Itchigoo Park

I don't suppose you could know now,
Or I could have known at the time,
How close I had come to the vortex
Which might, and possibly should,
Have consumed me. A night by the
Stereo, reliving music which came
In the dark in those days, brings me
Back, back to Itchigoo Park and to
Crimson and Clover, over and over,
As I, ostracized, went in arcs across
Snow, in the lights, in the night, by
Myself, as the few friends I had,
Mostly criminals, panned out
Without me to snatch what they
Thought they should have. All
That mattered to me was that they
Didn't mock me. I learned later on
That a few went to prison, and one
Ended up being shot in the head.
That's all ancient history, I hear you
Say, and it is, but I still sit in darkness
And listen, and still feel the suck
Of the vortex as bands no one else
Even listens to push me in circles
I never escaped, and I don't believe
That you've any idea how I could.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-05 at 03:08

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