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by Jersey D Gibson

In a world I do not care for,
in a time I feel displaced.
In a year that seems lost to me,
brought down by the weight of existence.

Time tells and it's telling me nothing,
confused by what you think is important.
Astrology signs says that it's all over,
I feel that you've lost me.

Can't explain how I truly feel,
if I could, it would only scare you.
I'd sell my memories for a cheap bottle of wine,
flush it right down the drain.

Coping is a syndrome I can't endure,
puzzle pieces that can't seem to fit.
Locked down in the open spaces,
of what my hands have done.

Tickled pink by the will to endure,
false leads have brought me nothing.
Cover my mouth to hear my words,
or am I just speaking silently.

Over again, or have I ever left?
Passions forgotten by my decisions.
Get a grip, get job, get a hold of,
or just get with the program.

Belly flop, I'm belly up in the sea,
I'm drifting needlessly.
Hope's a word I've forgotten what it means,
lost it with my compassion.

Time and time again I've had no friends,
I walk alone like the rest of you.
Lift my head I'm just standing out,
the hammer falls again.

Pictures fade with age and tears,
black and white just seems so much easier.
The clock faces me, laughs at me,
how much longer can I go?

Bittersweet or just a bad batch,
maybe better a slip of the tongue.
Fell down just to not get up again,
is it worth a try?

Like walking out of an in-flight movie,
deception and depression only suits me.
Maybe I've failed, one last time,
here I go again.

Born and bred, by your system,
are you proud of all I've done?
Name me a menace of your society,
the one built by your hands.

Cracked and frayed, I can not stay,
too tough, too fragile to give.
Fate has left me with nothing,
thankfully, I've still got most of it.

So goodbye, goodbye cruel world,
can hell be any different from this?
Repeat, rewind, redo everything,
like a bomb blowing up the back of my mind.

I'm gone,
I'm gone,
I'm gone,
I'm gone.

02/29/2008

Author's Note: Written to the tune of A Life Denied by Henry Rollins

Posted on 02/29/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/01/08 at 12:19 AM

It must be tough over there! Few if any us really know what it is like. Hopefully you will be home for good before long. But will you ever be able to forget Iraq? Really nice write. I hope everyone reads it. Try to take care!

Posted by Keith McFarlane on 03/01/08 at 01:09 AM

"Born and bred, by your system,/are you proud of all I've done?" More people need to answer this question for themselves -- you guys put it all on the line for us every day, regardless what we think of the mission, or what you might think of it yourself, out of a sense of duty. Makes me think of Pat Tillman, this. Here's hoping you get out of there soon. Fantastic write.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/08 at 04:19 AM

Yeah...I can see that now...very cool...very nicely done indeed.

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