Poem -
Burnout
The sun refracts
Through my stainglass eyes
The door to my hollow soul
Forcibly prized
By employers
Strangers
But I know the dangers...
The doors to my soul
Are welded shut
So they have no luck
But they won't stop trying
They'll never give up
A different face for each day
And for each situation
A sinner
A fake
Not worthy of salvation
A manual transmission
With no clutch
Crashing the gears
Struggling to steer
Through the falling rain
Of crocodile tears
Ceribal cortex
On fire
There's no putting it out
Off course
With little remorse...
Relentlessly heading for burnout...
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Comments
Hey SYD!!....this is my 3rd attempt at leaving a comment here..... keeps disappearing (spooky weird)...... what I've been trying to convey is just how STUNNING the Imagery and phrasing is here...... particularly the first stanza and that first line ~ "The sun refracts through my stain-glass eyes..." is SO perfect!!...... anyway, I wish the other comments hadn't vanished on me....I can't remember everything I was trying to convey now.....I PINNED this my friend.... because in my humble opinion...... it glows in its own sweet perfection!!......a stellar write if I've ever read one!!......I am your cyber-friend and admirer!!...... Tony xo ?✴❤
Hi Tony, thank you so much for your kind comment and perseverance. I'd have given up after the second try. I'm glad you like this one so much. Thank you for the pin. I get very little time to myself lately, I need to have a good catch up on Cosmo.
Love & rockets mate. - Syd xo
Ah Syd, burn through the burnout my friend, if anyone can it's you.
Great write,
Nigel.
Thank you so much Nigel. I'll do my best.
Take care - Syd