|
Somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
there's a soul searching,
clawing the grime to find
that the world is unfair
Nick Drake's life of despair,
a broken path of loneliness,
an isolated adolescent depression,
was too far in life to repair.
For people like him, I fear
love will not find you,
you need to find love
and sometimes it isn't there.
A lonely life
with no contact,
bleeds more
than a friend's knife.
A relationship fueled by strife
contains more sentiment
than a man concealing
himself from real life
Jack of all trades
the man of gold
he may get paid
but he never grows old
by Andrew Devlin
Read the story behind this poem
|
|
