On and on
night after night, it continues
Like a toothless saw
against hard wood,
just getting more
jagged and broken.
Twenty two years of
bottled aggression,
monogamy and
indecision.
Testing the faith
of every fresh young face,
every heart not yet
crippled from
the weight of the world
and the length of
the road ahead.
And if this all
does indeed lie
ahead of us,
the way it does
in bad films
and tv specials,
why is it so difficult
to forget your face?
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Sometimes it’s really hard to look ahead.
I felt a little lost reading this.
It’s very pretty.
Very morose.
Especially when what you have experienced of the future
is not so pleasant
Maybe it’s because I’m a total nerd and because I just watch a teaser for the new season of Heroes, it sounds like the TV man voice (American, of course) should be read this to an audience unaware of the impending doom. (I think I’m just a total nerd.)
I think where I’m at in my own life, the “future” that I used to look forward to isn’t fun, it doesn’t have the opportunities I expected and I’m lost between what I was told it would be, what I imagined, and the reality of it.
Anyway, point being, I enjoyed your poem. But i thought I was supposed to be the negative nancy.
😉
oh dear ben, don’t look that far ahead, just remember her face. that’s important part.
sarah
Rae – I LOVE Heroes. Who doesn’t like the idea of one day finding out they’re special and have superhuman powers? But if that makes me a nerd, give me a nerd badge and I’ll wear it gladly.
From what I can gather about you Rae, you’re still young, like me, and you’re very talented. I would think, you still have a lot to look forward to but your view is very clouded. It’ll clear, I know it!
Sarah – I think, with this one, I probably should look ahead and realise it would never work. Sometimes, however, that’s easier said than done.