Where I’m Meant to Be

“I’m not lost”
The pocket with his keys in has viscosity
Its heaviness incalculable, metal leaking through the fabric of his jeans
He lives as a link in clanking chains
Slumping boys with rucksacks known for breaking backs
The never-ending train that runs the twisted tracks
“I’m not lost, I’m just on my way”

Smoking chimneys pump the sky with lead
Leading troops of teens with ego, pride and gall crowning their heads
But goal in mind, he trudges through the sludge
Of melted keys and dreams running in silky streams
Bronze and silver intertwined with whites and creams

“I’m not lost”
He lifts his foot to tread in faded footprints
Misses, falls onto his face and into beer and breathless kisses
He lives as a worthless waste of space
Or so he thinks, in between hangovers and cheap drinks
His tired boat overturns and slowly sinks
“I’m not lost, I’m just out of place”

With salted bones he drags himself to shore
Weakened and overcome he now knows what he’s looking for
The man that stands dusts off his knees
To join the journey of the long and solemn train
And feels his rusty heart groan into life again

“I’m not lost”
He hears the tinkling laugh of jangling keys
Takes one hand from his heart to reach between the shredded seams
To his surprise it fits the lock so perfectly
And there open the gates to somewhere fresh and blue
The man prepares to greet the ones the boy once knew
For then he felt the leaded clouds dissolve and sun break through
“I’m not lost, I’m where I’m meant to be”

Based off the prompt: “There are only two stories: A Boy Leaves Home / A Stranger Comes To Town”
Prompt Credit goes to poetry podcast Destination: Detour on YouTube

I haven’t posted in a while, stupid real life has got in the way of my writing, but I’m feeling funky and fresh and up for some real all-nighters when it comes to my poetry right about now. I’m really happy to be able to post something for everyone today, so just saying that I’ll be getting back to posting regular poems right about now. I mean, I’ll slow down again when it gets around to my January mocks, but that’s far far away for now.

Happy writing! ^_^


About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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3 Responses to Where I’m Meant to Be

  1. Erik Conover says:

    Its great to get back into that groove. I don’t post on my page either nearly as often as I would like too. You have a way with words in your descriptions and painting imagery for the reader. Keep writing, not all who wonder are lost. Quite talented for fifteen years. ‘


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