In the Land of OZ
it was night and I was alone like always
walking aimlessly around fed up with
everything around me as it was falling
apart from no matter which way I turned even
thinking to myself of ending it all, my head
was clouded in thick black fog, while my
heart was hating anyone at all, the darkness that
lived inside me was causing a mental
breakdown and much anxiety, the tears were
falling so much that I could not see, my
mind a blur of all kinds of bad thoughts and
memories, what happened to all the
laughter I used to know? Why can't I make
a right decision anymore? joy is now dead
and happiness is no more than I tripped and
fell to the ground hoping that this was it I
am finally done so I said real loud God, please
take me home, then I closed my eyes
while teardrops fell and I cried for my momma
and I cried for my boys, I cried because I am
addict that cannot find a cure, I cried for all
the love that I lost in my life, I cried for the
babies that never see light, and I cried for
those that have been abused because that ain't
right, I cried for the children who can't afford shoes
I cried and I cried until I could cry no more
until I heard a voice calling out to me somewhere
in the dark "are you all right?" So I looked up to
see right then I knew that I was not in Kansas
anymore shook my head and thought what the hell
it looked like I was stuck in the land of OZ and
sitting smack dab on in the middle of the yellow
brick road with a Lion, a Scarecrow and old rusted
Tinman staring down looking right at me, I
closed my eyes hoping it was just a dream, but
opened them up it was more a nightmare it
seems, I must have been in complete shock or
I must have hit my head really hard then I thought
for a minute and I hoped that I remembered
which one wanted what because I needed to
stop the one wanting a heart why would you want
that they always are breaking and very hard to
start maybe I could trade him and he could have
mine it has seen it fair share of misery heartaches
and broken hearts and love do not get me started
is nothing more than a battlefield a bloody war
that nobody wins or starts always given away
never returned it lies to you to save Itself the pain,
causes teardrops to fall down like the rain, yes a
beating heart means you alive and when it falls
in love, the feeling you get is such a big rush like
a fifty thousand feet nose dive, then the scarecrow
gave me his hand and he helped me back on my
feet and said you got to be careful on this old dusty
the street it is filled with potholes that will never be
filled nor will cracks ever be sealed ever since Oz
closed up its doors packed up all their things and
went back home, it has been really quiet and there is
never any fun, ever since I got a brain my head
hurts all the time thinking of this or that always
going all the time, trying to figure out what is real
or what is sublime but the one thing I cannot figure
out is the one thing I never want, I mean what is love
anyways? Why does it exist? Why the hell is it so
hard to resist? Why is love so hard to find yet so easy
to lose? When you fall it is fast and it hits you hard
and the pain that comes from a broken heart is one
the hurts and it hurts like hell, I smiled at him and me
laughed out loud and I said your the smartest
scarecrow I ever found, next was the Lion standing tall
looking proud and he roared, love, you can have it for
it makes sick and if I ever get a hold of Cupid I will eat
him up and use those arrows of his just like a toothpick
for what it did to me, I fell hard in love one time you
see I was the king and she was my queen, we made love
every single night holding on to each other tight under the
pale moonlight and I was happy so was she, so I thought, then she left one day and never came back with some
dude with a long blond mane, he was a model in fact he
was smooth and Rico suave and I thought that is a really
cool cat she had stars in her eyes now that I think about it
I can see why she only used me and took all she could
never really loved as I loved her and the pain I still feel so
I just howl at the moon and it is the loneliest feeling you
can ever feel, then he said looking at the Tin Man as he laughed so hard he could not take a breath then the Scarecrow started laughing too, then they fell to the ground they could barely say a word as they said "he is the expert ever
since he got that heart", he rolled his eyes said oh Mr. heart,
the doctor of love you got a problem give him a call, I
look over at the Tin Man I thought oh wow, he was looking kinda old a little rusty around the edges and he had lost
some bolts you could see all the places where teardrops
had fallen leaving lines down his face so deep they
look like scars in a monster movie he said "hey mister why
are you here? Whatever you got I don't want it to let me
guess a heart right? Well you can keep it that was a
a mistake I would Rather not have one that is way more pain
then I bargained for son, It does not matter if you are a
boy or a girl it all hurts the same, anyways I would rather not
feel anything at all either way I am done with love, so I
stood there for a long while listening to all the stories
when it hit me, hearts are so much more than a man
loving a woman or boy loving a girl, it pumps my blood throughout my body beating faster and faster when
you find your one who will turn you when you touch it is that moment you it pumps
plenty, love can be so much more if you give it a chance
like the birth of a son or a daughter, your first kiss or
the last, it is a feeling you feel
Even when there is no need too
with just looking or touch a glance
romance. Then out of nowhere
a huge bolt of lightning crashed
down knocking me around.
When I woke up on the ground
and sitting right next to me
was a heart-shaped locket made
of the tin when I opened it up it
explained so much that those
tears that fell were the last of
sadness that I would ever cry
then soon after it was blue skies
and laughter something that I
have not heard in many years
and love you know what they
say "it is better to have loved
and lost then to have never loved
at all" and that is the truth and
that Is what I learned in the OZ.
Oh the locket, you want to know
What was in it? That I cannot tell
but it had the Lion, Cupid, and
myself, what no it also said
LOVE is a Four letter word so use it Every single day.
(c) 2019 Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poets Journey
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