It Ain't the truth we Chase.
I have no name for these open wounds,
Because on my own is all I’ve ever been,
I see the world from rusted tracks,
Carrying the memories of a distant past,
As I ride these rails without ever looking back,
For my life is all wrapped up in the day,
For there’s no past or future here,
No blinding light, or darkness left to fight,
Leaving nothing else to fear,
Because nothing else seems real,
So I follow these dreams and chase the truth,
And if I find my name’s no good,
I’ll fall out of line.
And I miss you,
But there’s no coming home,
There’s no going home,
And the sky becomes a sea of blue,
And I know there’s no going back,
And I speak true,
But everyone knows,
Everyone knows,
I can’t let you go…
I’ve seen more places than I can name,
When your tired it all looks the same,
Masked faces, a haunting masquerade,
All dancing in and out of line,
For it’s not the truth we all chase,
It’s the promise of a better place,
And I’ve been searching down a lie,
And I can’t find the truth
Because I don’t know what it is,
Just empty towns and people passing by,
And with nothing left to do, I’ll take the lie,
And I still dream of you,
But there’s no going back,
Nothing left to pursue,
Just the sound of the train,
And I know there’s no coming home,
Because I have no name,
Just rusted tracks for me to roam,
Even as all the stars begin falling like rain,
As the sky grows starless to mask it’s pain,
And I’ve always known I wouldn’t be back,
I’ve always known what it is,
Even as the sky turns pitch black,
But it beats the alternative,
So I fall out of line,
And never look back,
And everyone knows,
Everyone knows,
I still think of you.
This says a lot about me, it comes from a place where a young boy suffers the pain of being in a broken home, living with a mother who blamed him for for all her sins. It's about walking away, never really understanding why, but knowing you can never return back to that place, even though you know in your heart, you will always love her and if the time ever comes, you'd be there.
Wow.
ReplyDeleteAs someone who walked away from her own mother I have to say that was an impact I was not expecting.
Really good stuff!!
This is the moment you think you're listening to a song, but you realize it's just the sound of words echoing off the walls of your heart beating like a drum in the background.
ReplyDeleteI have made this metaphor in hopes of saying something meaningful to match the way this poem makes me feel...at least in part.
It's like a sad song I'd have on repeat when I just wanna hurt for a good little while, sometimes for no reason at all, but just because I need to feel connected.
Your words get me where it stings. And I love that.
First poem down and I'm already calling you a master. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Thank you for sharing your pain. It was beautiful...absolutely, excruciatingly gorgeous.
A picture of sounds in black and white script.
Wow thank you, I'm profoundly touched, can't express how much I appreciate all your kind words and how well you picked up on exactly what I was trying to convey. Thank you.
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