DR (09-11-1982 / London, England)

From Yesterday It Comes

He’s a stranger at home,
He’s a vision too none
He can never get enough
Get enough of the one
A fortune he’d give for it not to of quit
It’s so for hard to admit he lost her
Lost her before he could give

From yesterday it comes, a coming of old pain
From the yesterday it comes, the fear of old
From yesterday its calling him
From yesterday its arriving again
But he cant, he wont let it’s rain come in

Alone he sits on an oceanic island not Made of gold, but
Made out of shit,
An ocean of emotional turbulence maroons him
Depression takes hold
From his teary blood
He can look at the life he took
Its so for hard to admit he lost her
Lost her before a life he could give

As council of one, he passes judgement on one
For the world of a life he took, on
His face is drawn a map of the world
Chiseled with lines of life’s ethical statute book
He decides when he’s done and swift will be the punishment

He’s a stranger at home,
He’s a vision too none
He can never get enough
Get enough of the one
A fortune he’d give for it not to of quit
It’s so for hard to admit he lost her
Lost her before he could give

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M just learning about poetry but I think I shared with Daniel the pain he was going thru. Its so difficult to loose someone before you fulfill all your wishes. Think its a good poem.