Nothing Else…

So close, no matter how far 
Couldn’t be much more from the heart 
Forever trusting who we are 
No, nothing else matters
Nothing Else Matters – Metallica – The Black Album 

I was singer and she my muse
Not famous north of here, but holding my own
My songs weren’t quite rock, weren’t quite blues
Trying to cross that line into the well known
Together she helped me pay my dues
Would pin any bad press, to them being bizarre
She saw past my state of little visibility
Looking at the things, I shall never see
Told me one day I’d touch a star
So close, no matter how far 

She was but a little wisp of a sweet fruity thing
She said she could blow too, I thought it was jive
I gave her a mike, to she what she could bring
Suddenly this small world just blew open wide
And yes! Dear Lord, yes! The girl could sing!
A voice so pure, one heard the veil of heaven’s part
I wanted the cosmos to hear the beauty of such
All the dreams I thought, I shall never touch
She wanted the same, who was I to thwart
Couldn’t be much more from the heart 

I lifted her high so they could all see
And hear the voice that can make the devil cry
She became her own star as she was meant to be
But then She flew away without a goodbye
I never dreamed her dreams didn’t include me
Somewhere our worlds stretched apart too far
No longer her equal my life was now waste
She the dish of a life, I shall never taste
Knowing our lives will never make par
Forever trusting who we are 

Loneliness is the price incurred
My scales balance to instability
I say it all, yet I say not a word
Soulless I drift the dim streets of the city
Like Munch, I’m screaming but not a sound is heard
I’m once again voiceless in the constant chatter
Locked in a cloak of my own self inflicted fears
Trapped with all the songs, I shall never hear
When all hopes and dreams finally shatter
No, nothing else matters

Entered in:

Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 57
(December 1-December 7, 2011)

Using my beloved glosa form again.


It’s such a small word
To capture all that I feel
Thanks is all I have

Thank you for the Perfect Poet Award for Week 57!

I nominate The Lonely Recluse.

20 thoughts on “Nothing Else…

    • No, it’s not the end of the world. Still, it can that way to some, when caught up in throes of such emotion. I’d like to think the protagonist eventually, came out of his depression and resumed trying to make his dreams come true.


    • I have to admit, it always makes me smile when someone addresses me as a character in one of my writes. But, yes Chevrefeuille, I also like to think the character eventually moved on with his life.

      Thank you.

  1. Being a painter and student of art this line most struck me: Like Munch, I’m screaming but not a sound is heard

    So often we are just passing by on our individual journeys. Your poem subscribes the pain.

    • Thank you!
      I labored over that line for a while. I fear there will come a time when few, other than artists and art majors, will understand the reference. Luckily, it is a line that works even without the knowledge of the artist or the painting. I’m glad you were able to enjoy both.

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