So below is a poem that was really written in bits and parts over the course of about five months. As I let life get in the way of my writing, I kept meaning to get back to the blog and writing a little every day. Since I got my first comic book published though it has really rekindled my creative juices. Or at least shamed me enough to get back to writing. I'm going to try to post more over the coming weeks, maybe slowly at first, but hopefully with more frequency as time goes on.
Anyway this poem is a bit of piecemeal effort, stretched out over the many aborted reboots I've tried in the last 5 months. I sat down today and read it over, deleted the whole post, then retyped it in about two read throughs. I tried to channel some of the original flavor that the early drafts had while taking a new approach to the work. A lot of the references to washing away pain were in the original poem, but I feel the later parts were where I tried to freshen the take I had up on the whole poem. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.
The Dirt of Days
New days as they turn from the dark,
Silent nights break as the moon parts.
Open the dawn as the rains do come,
Washing away the evenings sum.
The dirt circles around the drain,
Futility scrubbing at the stains.
But nothing I do can wash it clean,
The sins of the flesh grown obscene.
I scrub and scrub, but never clear,
The layers of the filth and fear.
Broken trust and brittle lies,
Lay atop the dirt surmised.
Falsehoods lie, no cleansing truth,
Just words betrayed, my faith uncouth.
And 'neath the dirt and painful grime,
Lay the raw scene of the crime.
You hurt me most with words I said,
When my silence should have served in stead.
So now the lies have built upon,
A broken trust that can't go on.
You're dead to me, just lies and hate,
I no longer care to suffer this fate.
For I know the hurt will never wash away,
My lies and pain are the dirt of days.
End of Line.