The Playgrounds of Others

May 13, 2012 - Hiawassee, Georgia, United States

Leisure lost
amidst the fray
mocks my soul
day after day...
after day...
after day...

Driving through the playgrounds of others
extracts a toll of the soul, not subtle
with white knuckles & misty eyes...
I peer out from my
cloistered & bereft bubble 

Leisure lost
amidst the fray
mocks my soul
day after day...

Waking up to see the light
slowly emerging from the night
I can barely dread to see
that which takes shape before me

Emerging from the haze
as I steeled my transfixed gaze
while all the country I solemnly roam
...the horror that I toil for house and not a home

Leisure lost
amidst the fray
mocks my soul
day after day...
after day...
after day...

the emptiness so ghastly and keen
awakens me through the night
taunting me to handle that which I've seen
a challenge to fight or flight

To toil without meaning
...a dead end road ahead
yet the road of meaning
...not clear ahead

Leisure lost
amidst the fray
mocks my soul
day after day...
after day...
after day...
it can't end this way...

Driving through the playgrounds of others
extracts a toll of the soul, not subtle
with white knuckles & misty eyes...
I peer out from my
cloistered & bereft bubble


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3 Comments

Dad:
May 13, 2012
Wow, Rick you really exposed your soul in this one. I assure you that things will change in all aspects of what you write about.

Well done my son...

Much love,
Dad
Danette Kong:
May 27, 2012
This evokes such emotion, without even knowing what you all are going through. It's a feeling in the pit -- not of my stomach, but of my heart -- a catch in the throat that almost keeps you from breathing. You have a great gift of expression. Bless you.
Rick:
May 27, 2012
Danette....wow...so wonderful to hear from you! Thank you warmly for your words...very heartfelt, very soulful...just the kind of words that I so love. I'll contact you back channel for more contact...so good to hear from you!
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