The Listener ( ... and other 'deep' poems)

[Kaz]

A few more old poems.

The last batch were a tad too depressing so I thought I'd post some of my favourites.

The Listener.

In Every
Group of friends you’ll find.
A Listener,
With an open mind.

Who’s always there to lend an ear,
To help with your problems,
Your worries,
Your Fears.

But who helps the listener
When his World turns bad?
The burden of listener
Driving him Mad

With no-one to love him,
For that breaks the oath.
Listener, or lover.
He cannot be both.

A shoulder to cry on
Is hard work to be.
Listen to listener
Let him be free

[Kaz]

Where’s home?

As I sit here,
Alone.
Gazing into the distance
Reflecting,
On what the future will bring.

Missing,
Those friends whom I grew up with.
Just waiting,
For news of, Anything.

Is the life that I once had,
A memory of the past?
Or is the life that I now live
The same one, only masked?

If home is where the heart is
My soul has, flown away
Or is home where you lay your head,
And wish the fears away.

[Kaz]

Stuck in a Rut

Inside is a feeling,
A twinge in my gut.
That somehow, somewhere
I've got stuck in a rut.

Life's now predictable,
Dull, matt and grey
Stress and depression
Just part of my day.

I want to escape, but,
A thought deep inside.
Is thinking that somewhere
A part of me died.

Trapped on a carosell
No end in sight
I need to grab my life again
But i dont know who to fight.
I need to grab my life again
And make the tunnel light.