Press play before you read. Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
Have you been to Tribulation City
When quite a severe darkness started residing
In the centre of your soul
Without pity
A deep place where nobody now visits
A secret place no one can ever know
Exists
As you act to hide the pain
Like the lead actor
In a Hollywood show
Did your wild rose get plucked
Intimately by someone you thought you loved
Only to be left
Wilting
Heartbroken and feeling totally exposed and juxtaposed
Some say the true price of knowing love
Is to endure loss
At some time
So have you been an actor
In one of its endless plays
Titled
Love Crimes
Filled with wild emotions
That just live to pivot
Between Love
And all its rainbows of total devotion
All the time
To hate
Where so many go
To drown in its boiling-hot oceans
Of feelings
Which becomes the only paradigm
They know
I too
Still miss my old love
As times flows
A woman of such stunning grace
Moses have would have surely wept
If he could have only seen
Her glorious face
But it's now too late
And I'm just another lost soul
Feeling so guilty
Walking
Lost in the evergrowing crowds
Of those never at peace
Where a lone drum beats
Forever looking for Lilly
In the mean streets of
Tribulation City
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Inspired by quite a sad film I watched, late last night.
We've all been to Tribulation City if we're honest.
Everyone has had a painful breakup.
Maybe from youth or even recently.
Going from the incredible highs to the sudden depressing lows.
It's 3.43 am, and I'm planning strategies for next week.
Do all-driven personalities ever get enough sleep?
Answers are welcome on a postcard to:
123 Insomnia Avenue
Just Past The Park
Never Never Land
Be safe all. Salute.
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- a state of great trouble or suffering.
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