A poem by Walt Page: The Tennessee Poet
When there’s nothing left to say
You won’t find it here
Come the dawn the damage is done
And nothing is the same
The dark of you
On your darkest days
Holds no power over me
I am sick of it all
But stronger than death
Time waits for no one
So it’s the end of a good thing
My pictures of home
Are only broken pieces
The kings of the sea
Are sitting up drinking
While the Devil’s lullaby
Carries them on their highway to the sun
I now feel nothing
I’m open to all
All my tears have been cried
On this loneliest road
The devil with angel eyes
Is drowning with me
My escape has been perfect
From everything good
About the Poet
Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet, is a romantic old rock drummer, musician, USAF veteran and an open heart surgery survivor. He has been published on Vita Brevis, Visual Verse and Slasher Monster Magazine. Walt lives in the Tennessee country with his wife Susan, 2 horses and 9 rescue dogs.
Painting: The Lake and Town of Brienz – JMW Turner
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Thank you once again Brian for your support and encouragement. Vita Brevis is becoming the go to place for quality poetry and support for poets!
A very insightful poem, and I could particularly relate to these 4 lines
” I now feel nothing
I’m open to all
All my tears have been cried
On this loneliest road”
Thank you Ivor. I knew you would catch that. ☺
I think we know each other well
Kindred spirits my friend 🙂
Agree. ((Hugs))
Reblogged this on Walt’s Writings and commented:
I am honored that another of my poems was published today on Vita Brevis, The Modern Poetry Magazine. My thanks to Brian Geiger, Editor!
This is definitely an extraordinary poem, Walt. Congratulations.
Thank you so much Robbie. I appreciate your kind comments.
Damn, Dad. That’s really good.
Thanks Son! Glad you liked it. 😉
A spectacular poem, nothing held back, thank you, Walt.
Thank you Helene ☺