Some lonely cat strumming on an old guitar
Singing about memories that seem so long ago
Whiskey leads to pain leaving behind a scar
Another city passes while a new one says hello
A dark passenger on a joyride through time
Lurking in shadows as a means of avoiding light
Speaking in riddles while tangled in a crime
It seems as if insanity chose to forget out of spite
Fear rubs harshly against the flesh of denial
Clinging to past victories with this false security
Talking heads scatter lies so they can dogpile
Fame feeds off relevance that dies in obscurity
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2026
This is deep and takes the mind to a place that makes you ponder what we are witnessing today, could it be avoided if we just remembered past events instead of letting it just fade into the back ground
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. From the first couple of lines into the first stanza of writing this it just had a trippy kinda vibe to me. So I just kinda went with it. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Tight rhymes, amigo. Sing your songs, even silently. They still hit.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Will do brother thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian this made me sad the horde is so ficke my friend I feel you ❤️
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it is.. Appreciate you.
Damian
Well damn. This reads like a whiskey bottle that learned to rhyme. I can practically hear the guitar echoing off brick walls. You really said, “Let’s take a road trip with regret,” and made it sound cool. Brooding in the best way. I’m into it.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Kay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thank you for your amazing commentary, I dig the description. Appreciate you.
Damian
A beautifully chaotic board, fitting for a poem about drifting identities, inner shadows, and the erosion of meaning. You’ve written something that feels like a road‑worn blues song fused with psychological noir.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re such a wordsmith my brother, even your commentary is poetic! Thank you for your continued support, it truly means a lot to me. Appreciate you.
Damian
Cool piece. Dark, intelligent & moving.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I try brother, I try. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
I got the feel of a New York City late night blues while reading this excerpt of a journey.
C Train, getting off at W 4th St, an urban couple getting frisky and fussy in public, a homeless man marking his territory,
a rat scurrying beneath the 3rd rail as the lone guitarist curates those city blues.
Straight diggin this vibe, D
Much respect
Naaj
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Glad you’re diggin’ the vibe my brother. I was definitely going for that blues feel, that lone guitarist has and continues to observe the reality of humanity in this world. Thank you for the stellar commentary and continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
“Dark passenger”…now that’s a concept i like to delve into very much. Relating to this wholeheartedly. Maybe a tad too much lol.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Benjamin. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Yeah, we all have a “Dark Passenger” throughout this journey called life. Appreciate you.
Damian
I don’t know where this one took others, and I’m refusing to check yet. But to me, this reads as those who are watching evil taking the stage and are documenting what they see. It reminds me of a name much in the news these days, and the vile things perpetrated and orchestrated by him. But that one man couldn’t have done any of those things without a lot of collaboration from a lot of others. Many of whom are currently destroying our world. The blues in the shadows fits this vibe so perfectly. And regardless where it takes people, it takes us, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. There is a lot of blues in the shadows these days, and all the elements you mention in your amazing commentary, are definitely sprinkled throughout this one. Sometimes I feel the need to pinch myself these days in hopes I wake up to what’s been a horrible nightmare, only to have reality slap that notion down quickly. So glad you’re back. Appreciate you.
Damian