Thirty Years

skyI sweat in the night,
the fears of thirty years.
I see the bedroom light,
like a neon sun in view.
I ask myself,
that there is nothing I can do.
to relieve the pain,
of the fears of thirty years.

I toil in the night,
the pain of thirty years.
I hear the traffic roar past,
like demons in my life.
I ask myself,
that the more pills I take,
will provide the respite,
from the pain of thirty years.

I burn in the night,
the lusts of thirty years.
I hear the vixen voices on the radio,
to any one my heart would let go.
I ask myself,
that if I never yield again.
I’ll never feel sexes pleasure,
of the lusts of thirty years.

I weep in the night,
for the loves of thirty years.
I see the ghost of lovers,
dance all around me.
I ask myself,
why did I hurt so many.
I know my heart had more,
for the loves of thirty years.

In the morning I wake.
For the next thirty years stand before me.
Like a tower of yet untested life.
The fears of thirty years more.

D August 2003

(A very old poem but some of it still rings true, life moves on though.)

3 thoughts on “Thirty Years

  1. I have traveled quite a way since I wrote this back in 2003, but wherever you go, there you are. I look at the world in different light now though. I get anxious about a lot of things but I no longer get the fear. Thank you for inspiring me, it’s always good the get feedback.

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