A Dream of Orpheus
by Christopher Shin
As I stare out into the
masses of people cladded in
black with their pearly white skin,
I ponder as my mind slips into
a world of half a sleep but I remain
I see the world as a romantic possibly
could, as I down another beer.
Or maybe I'm just to tired
to consider the fact that
I should be asleep by now.
I watch the beautiful dark
butterflies hover around
those who claim to be
the darkest flame in the world.
I see their motherly touch rewarded
with their flaming touch.
I stare out in hope or maybe
it is the wonder that maybe I won't
go home alone tonight.
I stare out to find the one who
has my heart in her small
Such fragile small and trite thing
the heart is in our life.
Nothing special but a mystical
thing we have given it power to control
Why is it that every night I see
if I could find the bearer of my
mystical, fragile, and trite emotional belief.
And yet when I find her I am always
alone even in her arms even in the
company of my closet friends.
As I stare out into the night
with the smoke that surrounds my
sense and the desire to just go
home and call it a night.
I stand here like a fool in
a world full of dark shadows and
blue eyes and pasty white skin.
Posted on 07/29/2003
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/29/03 at 10:31 PM|
Being alone while with others... an all too familiar feeling that you articulate extremely well and uniquely in verse. Very well written. Thanks for sharing.
|Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 12/09/03 at 06:33 PM|
Has an erie feel to it... I especially like the last three lines
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/04 at 03:12 AM|
Captivating piece. Has a familiar vampiric tone to it. Congrats on POTD!
|Posted by Emily G Myers on 03/28/04 at 04:40 PM|
congrats, Chris! :D a great choice for potd.