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My Nevada
I was twenty-seven year’s old
my spark gone
I couldn’t see anything
lost all hope in love
I was drowning
In my very own
sin city
I remember the day
and hour
my alarm clock died willingly
I felt nothing
I didn’t notice
every day was the same
Dark
Cold
Empty
Lonely
I pinned myself
to a bill board
on fremont street
Nobody saw me
a million tiny lights
and I still didn’t shine
Someone told me
If I wanted to touch happiness
I’d have to search the desert
With naked feet
I never did touch it.
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
This is a re-post-- this is probably one of my most important poems. I am forever editing. i wrote it when i was 37, it took 10 years, i guess i needed 10 years to actually find the courage within to put my 27th year onto a page. I am forever grateful i did, it may seem sad but actually it's a past feeling, as im sure we have all had at some stage. and if not, you are really one of the lucky ones.
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Comments
Teddy15
Fri, 2020-09-18 10:29
Dear dear Jerry
You found the connection to Vegas I planned it that way and the stanza with the lights on the billboard was inspired by the theme, I've always been intrigued by Vegas although I've never been personally , this was a moment in my late 20's that I am actually grateful to have had, It made me who I am today. infact Jerry i too see vegas as a bit of a dark place and is why i used fremont street, Thanks Jerryk for your extremely genuine review and kind words. A hug to you and your beautiful wife Sir.
Thank you...Teddy
Mark
Fri, 2020-09-18 21:37
Smashing!
It can be difficult to make good better or best best but this has impact.
Thanks for a great read.
From me for you:
https://youtu.be/VCVM50hw2a8
Joy and Peace,
Mark
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Teddy15
Sat, 2020-09-19 00:26
Dear Mark
I love Cheryl crow, thanks so much for the kind gesture. Thanks for enjoying and understanding this my most important poem.
Thank you...Teddy