If you enjoy this little poem thank the drunken idiots who were screaming in the street at three in the am (after I had just went to sleep around two), successfully interrupting my sleep and leaving me awake the rest of the night to conjure this little offering.
I don't like the title but couldn't think of a better one. It's basically ambiguous and could fit anyone probably. Insert whoever you wish.
The Wrestlers' Poem
Some days the inside of the car closes in,
Can't remember any place I've been.
The more the tires spin the more I feel alone
Covering nowheres' lonely road,
While the miles make me feel older and older
And in some deep place, colder.
Some nights four walls seem like a tomb
No place to go, no breathing room
The more the hours loom I feel apart,
And the aching of my heart
Reminds me of the void I try to fill
With sex and drink and pill.
Sometimes the whiskey understands
The lonely hearts and tough demands,
Sometimes the fans can keep me going,
Sometimes they let me down knowing
I could have done better had I ignored this
Ache in my back and ages kiss.
Sometimes the time is like a demon,
With the injuries double teamin'.
Wonder how much longer I'll be around,
And what will happen when I hit the ground
And the dream shatters,
Leaving me in tears and tatters.
What shoulder do I sob on and where do I go?
To the broken home, the family I left for the show,
To the bottom of too many beers,
To the memories of titles and roaring cheers
To cages and turnbuckles and tables and ladders—
Sometimes I don't know if I can keep going on,
But then I hear the hit of my song.
I watch faces in the crowd as excitement swells,
I step through the ropes and the sound of the bell
Tells me that for a moment I am alive and whole
And reminds me why I'm willing to give my body, my heart, my soul.
Review? I mean come on I need somethin' positive after writing this at the wee hours of the morning with like one hour of sleep. Lol. :)
