Castaway

Castaway short poem

Music and words
are the places that I hide,
the solace of their sanctuary
with walls, behind which to hide.

But now when I sing
those melodious old songs,
tears are all I can find
where the words should belong.

It’s so hard to break into
your favourite ditty or song
when upon your lips is a tremble
that just doesn’t belong.

My words still remain
and I treasure every page,
though the gap between the lines
seems to grow wider with age.

I often feel like I’m standing
on the cold, damp deck
clinging to the rusting rail
at the stern of a sinking wreck.

A ghost ship driven against
a relentless rolling swell
by a careless captain who
can’t hear the warning bells.

I can hear faint, familiar tunes
drifting so far away from me,
cast adrift on the misty memory
of a cruel and stormy sea.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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