No matter the vibe it’s only temporary
Eventually there’s no place left to run
From birth all the way to the cemetery
Burden turns heavy guilt weighs a ton
Everybody’s hiding a skeleton or two
Sooner or later the punishment’s due
Tried to drown the wickedness away
Until my body couldn’t ingest anymore
Stifled voices linger in clouds of grey
Meanwhile trouble arrives at the door
Still repairing mistakes already made
Can’t hide past demons in the shade
Tomorrow is another day of reflecting
Going back to the scene of the crime
Something seems off not connecting
Realizing there is never enough time
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Don’t count the minutes…..count the breaths.
Nice late night musing.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Peter. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Exactly. Appreciate you.
Damian
Damn, I can completely feel how it all seems like it can just slip right through your fingers…Time waits for no one and can be brutal with its incessantness, indeed
You created a universal understanding within your ink that most people can wholly identify with, especially once you’ve reached a certain age…
Wonderfully crafted – ty for sharing
🌹B
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, B. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Indeed, it waits for no one. Appreciate you.
Damian
Your poetry always makes the reader think. This one is no exception. Nice work Damian.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Well I do try. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
Sigh…it takes us where it takes us. Regardless where you were going it took me to this…honor the memories, live in the moment. Ain’t nobody perfect. We’ve all got our demons. And they live where we can’t outrun them. There’s a lot in this one that speaks to different thoughts for me. Gonna be pondering this one for a while, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Ain’t that the truth, you always seem to hit the nail on the head. Always like to make folks ponder, it happens to me often as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
I think honoring who we were as well
As who we are now allows us to make peace with our ghosts.
Punishment lasts as long as we make it last. Just my thoughts. I wouldn’t have thought about it so much had I not read this poem of yours over and over.
Thank you for the gift of you, Damian.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re spot on from another angle I was looking at as well. You’re so very welcome, and thank you. Appreciate you.
Damian
Has a bit of eeriness and regret like “The Raven”. Wonderful ink.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s an honor to even be mentioned in the same area code as, Mr. Poe. Appreciate you.
Damian
” Still repairing mistakes already made
Can’t hide past demons in the shade ”
Man, that hit home!!!
this whole vibe is a mood provoker.
Great writing.
Naaj
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I loved those lines as well. Appreciate you.
Damian