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On the Road to Nowhere
by Tony WhitakerOn the road to nowhere
Stumbling along I looked down
Finding myself staring
A cracked mirror looking back
Unfolding a face
Fascinated and frightened
Brilliance dimmed by knowledge
Heaven for those who care not
Blissful in their ignorance
While I looked for God
In weed, whites and wine
Turning away to the daily grind
While women fueled a fire for years
But found myself locked in space
Caring for another man’s daughter
So, as I await my time of dying
To run like hell to the slaughter
I guess I'll just stand here
Waiting for a ticket to ride
01/19/2010 Posted on 01/19/2010
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/19/10 at 05:20 PM Great write Tony. I fear it reflects us all who thought we knew where we were going and only moved in circles every widening and now shrinking possibly to a point we don’t even understand. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/19/10 at 10:33 PM At least they might account for some of those crop circles. Brutal, harrowing read, sir. I loved it. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/20/10 at 12:48 AM ....raising another man's daughter.....that is the line that got me.....so much said with so few words.....cool poem, Tony |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/25/10 at 01:03 AM What a pleasure hearing and seeing on screen such a poet who had the good sense to write while waiting. Fun to read and deeper than it seemed upon first glance. Thanks Tony. |
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