grinningator

I am kind of in a melancholy mood today. Maybe it is because it is raining, or maybe it is thinking of things from the past? Whatever it is, it has brought out the creative side of me today, and that is not a bad thing i guess? It has been over 6yrs since my divorce, and I don't care what anybody says, you never get over the feeling of loosing someone you have loved. You always have thoughts in your mind, and feelings in your heart that will never be erased. That is inevitable! No matter how much time has passed, they are still there, until they are replaced. I do not want to sound depressing, but it is someplace we all have been, and can relate to! Here is a poem i wrote today, and like i said, maybe this mood i am in is a good thing, because I feel that this my most creative work ever, and I want to share it with my friends.....

The Lonely Man

Out of the Darkness he comes,
Shimmering in the light of the full moon.
Wandering, with his head down,
and hoping to be passed out, or dead soon.
The devil inside, is eating away at his soul,
As he tries, in vain to gain control!
Loosing his grip on the bottle,
it falls to the ground with a thud,
it makes a sound like a rock dropped in the mud.
off in the distance he hears the call of a train,
it sounds lonely, and distant, and it pierces his brain,
calling,

calling,

calling his name.
Slowly he walks, toward the sound,
while stumbling on rocks and dips in the ground.
The feeling of emptiness encasing his heart,
as he looks around to find things in the dark.
The moons glow has gone, and it starts to rain,
All that is guiding him now, is the sound of the train.
Feeling the rain as it bounces off his hair,
and the smell of rain and dirt in the air.
Wandering,

wandering,

wandering
without care.
Getting closer he hears the clickty clack,
and the methodic sound of the train on the tracks.
feeling his shirt, as it sticks to his skin,
and watching the rain run off of his nose, and his chin.
Walking blindly into the dark night,
Searching for any glimmer of light.
Finding none, he stumbles along,
listening to the trains, lonely song.
the sound,

the sound,

the sound
guides him along.
Just ahead as he squints his eyes,
he sees a pile of railroad ties.
Knowing he will be there soon,
he looks up, the clouds break, and he sees the moon.
Feeling a little releif in his soul,
Maybe all he needed was just a goal?
The railroad ties first, and then the train,
and following the sound in the dark, and the rain.
following,

following,

following,
and forgetting the pain.
The pain that haunts, the pain of the past.
Taking his time, and not going fast.
Searching dillegently with his soul,
falling in the dips, and the holes.
Stumbling, on rocks along the way,
feeling his way through the dark, and the rain.
Chasing something like the sound of a train,
Maybe that is what keeps him sane?
To keep searching and heading for a goal,
I think that is what soothes the soul.
searching,

searching,

searching.
~~~~,~~,`< THE GATOR

I edited the Poem today, I had to make some minor changes to it, I guess i am fussy like that