Spent so many years finding a reason
Constant friction rubs against the grain
With hope comes a change of season
Suspicion stirs beneath a summer rain
Thought I caught lightning in a bottle
Forgotten words splinter through space
Ancient spirts following at full throttle
Falling out of favor lost without a trace
Complacency is a recipe for disaster
Distractions occupy the symbol minded
Puppets fall in line and obey a master
Shallow souls remaining willfully blinded
Thought I figured out what went wrong
You decided to hide from this outcome
Understand I’m living the fucking song
And your loyalty lies in remaining numb
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
There are so many great lines in this one. I think the one that sticks the strongest with me is:
“Complacency is a recipe for disaster”
Not paying enough attention to the gravity of a situation is so dangerous. All it takes is a single grain to tip the scales. Gotta watch the build-up. Your mind never ceases to amaze me, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite lines as well, though I had other lines I liked as well. You’re spot on as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
tREMENDOUS WORK.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I agree with Willow, that line grabbed my attention also.
Phenomenal spill, Damian.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I loved that line as well. There were quite a few I loved in here. Appreciate you.
Damian
Mutual respect, my friend.
Coming to a dark truth is scary after a long search isn’t it?
Favorite line: Distractions occupy the symbol minded
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is quite scary, it definitely woke me up. lol. I loved that line as well, one of my favorites. Appreciate you.
Damian
G’mornin’, Damian 🌤
The enjoyment of your fine writes goes well with this hot wake up mug-a lapsang souchong.
Such a beautifully rendered, smoothly flowing set of unmetered Quatrains (in a-b-a-b spot-on rhymes) sing a sad song, indeed.
They say, “We must play the cards we’re dealt!” But, I, as You, have obviously been dealt some tragically sorry hands.
The one worst aspect of romantic relationships your keenly-writ lines bring to mind, is the painful reality of unrequited feelings and emotions.
“Understand I’m living the fucking song
And your loyalty lies in remaining numb”
Brilliant work, Syr Poet … thank you for sharing! ⁓ Rascal🖌
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Rascal. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Terrible hands indeed, and I didn’t do much in my early life to help matters. Like becoming an alcoholic, just lead me farther off the path. This one has layers, on one hand there is nothing wrong with a romantic relationship poem, so I don’t mind it being viewed as such. But this one is more about a songwriting partner/friend who I loved like a brother. He was family, until that was no longer possible. They kinda overlap. lol. Thank you for your wonderful commentary. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks for clearing the relationship … just read again and it makes perfect sense.
Been there, done that!
A thought: Ya might consider saying what you did to me in the Summary for others to enjoy this piece all the more.
Thanks, Damian, for your appreciation! ⁓ RJ