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As a kid with thick hair, and adult with hair thinning
As a man mostly solemn but often times grinning
As a weird sort of chap often too weird for most
As a soft hearted fool but a hell of a host

I cannot get over nor can I explain
The sharpest, the deepest unshakeable pain
It starts with my mind but then shoots like a dart
The term that most use for it is A Broken heart

Sadness accompanies me like an old school yard chum
It sits with me suffocating me, making me numb
Sadness like waves from the ocean crash in
Taking my defenses and bashing them thin

I'm like a rabbit in it's hole, a bear in its cave
Staying inside to preserve and to save
But so much I miss and so many move on
Till I look around me and everyone’s gone

I never heard the starting gun fire
Looking down at my race shoes, like I still have desire
But when I look up, it seems they've finished the race
Long before I’ve even begun my pace

The angels come and go, they live and they age
An angel per year, and angel per page
But loves ship has sailed past me for I dared not to board
It's all I can do not to fall on my sword

But I will not do that for I will carry on
Whether a King of my own life or merely a pawn
I'll put one foot in front either excitedly or resentfully
And surely I shall cross the finish line eventually

Wow. Well written but it sounds like you're graduating from the school of hard knocks over there. Hope everything is well.

Nostal, Some heavy stuff dude. But genuine Art. Well done! Keep the faith

I've always envied those who can put thoughts into words as delicately woven as this... I Love the poem -- though it's not exactly raining today... I do promise I'll clean up the broken glass!

Man...that pome is depressing to read because I think many people feel that way at least intermittently if not often. Very nice distillation of feelings about life.

You know, you might have been one of the few people who could have UNDERSTOOD and HELPED Karen Carpenter.
I am serious, man.
From what I've read she was very lonely and got frustrated and sad quite frequently and wrestled with an eating disorder for years. Meanwhile the world only saw the soothing side of her music...
I'd like to think she could have let her hair down around you, sighed and belted out something more raw, because YOU knew where she was coming from.
Hang in there. Try renting Arsenic and Old Lace. Or Beetejuice.

It is very good too that you are able to express these feelings. The really severe problems come when you either cannot express them, or have no one to express them to. In your case, neither is true, so you're actually doing okay there, in my book!

Hey Nos, Very Deep Emotional Poem, very well written, spoken from the heart. Keep up the poems, and posts, may they be of some comfort to whatever it is that you are struggling through. Feel free to pm me if you like

I am thankful for the concern I am recieving in here. However I am okay. I'm just working through a few things. Defragging my mind.

We hope you are doing well and can always count on your "Halloween" family for support!!

I know I can. Thank you.

When I was in elementary school, mid-70's, one year we did a small, condensed stage play version of "It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" and I got to play Linus. I seem to recall we had face masks, paper, so the audience would know which characters we were playing. I did my best to memorize my lines and I tried to do it with gusto, and I think I was the only one who really cared about the play and liked it. This might have been 1975 or 1976, I am thinking. By that time, I was already old enough to know that I LOVED spooky movies and books and Halloween.

1975 was the year KTLA showed Horror of Dracula at 8 pm, and this was just when the trick or treaters were coming to get candy. I remember I had drawn pictures of the Wolf Man and Dracula and the Frankenstein Monster, and these were hung on a window near the front door. I've loved Horror of Dracula ever since seeing it for the first time that night.

I'm a little late with this, but nonetheless...

What an eloquent, moving poem. You said what so many of us feel now and again...

Wow.

Remember that your Halloween family loves you, Nos.