What am I feeling right now? <br />Devastation. <br />Nostalgia of my mistakes rots my stomach <br />I wince in pain, an undoing in vein <br />Like trying to halt the rapid train <br />Upon my being, has left a stain <br />Trying to escape, fly like the crane <br />My very strength, my very bane <br /> <br />I dream of fire, closing the night <br />Like kerosene dreams, the enemy is light <br />Breathing in; my chest feels tight <br />Someone perched on my pectoral <br />Singing with a choir in chorus choral <br />The sour note burns, a screeching tyre <br />On the asphalt that is my hard attire <br />The softness beneath, a burning desire <br />Like kerosene dreams, my friend is the fire <br /> <br />Stolen, my heart hits a stutter <br />Not much of a gambler but likes a flutter <br />My inner voice from a scream to a mutter <br />No longer cuts deep, like knife through butter <br />But troubles my sleep, no longer the big player <br />Unity was my weapon, a loose cannon fired early <br />A confidence winded, no longer so burly <br />Still the nostalgia, but it wasn’t my fault <br />She doesn’t mind, or does she? I do <br /> <br />What am I feeling right now? <br />Transparency <br />Or am I? I can’t see <br />But…transparency… <br />Another meaning lost in translation <br />As the train pulls off, I forget the last station<br /><br />Patrick Tolan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kerosene-dreams/
