bereft, beguiled,
      how did I smile
      yesteryear with tomorrow disheveled
      as my hair is combed to lie nestled
      atop the thoughts of nights and days
      turning into sickness and haze


      dreams, cries (drugs, lies)
      stammering to melt away the grandeur of why,
      so anxious to impress and revolve your minds stare,
      rape my smile of all the timidness it wears
      so that when it finally dies
      it never again tries to try


      money spent, happiness came and went,
      forlorn with words that run like they bend
      to besiege me like this rainy mist
      in these moments where I don’t exist
      and have all the time to flirt with when
      I was the boy I no longer am

03/19/2005
Posted on 03/19/2005
Copyright © 2024 Paul Marino

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 03/21/05 at 09:24 PM
I LOVE this one ... I think perhaps one of my faves of yours
Posted by Anne Boulender on 09/29/06 at 04:16 AM
this is way better than anything i've ever written.