11 Sep

The blinds were closed,
but I left the patio door open–
giving me access to the balcony whenever I needed to step out
into the spring breeze,
for the sights and sounds
of the not too distant highway.

It was not until late March
when I gave up chasing her
in an attempt to outrun my racing mind.
When I wasn’t piecing together notes on the guitar
I would blast Wild Nothing til 2 in the morning;
smoking dope and painting–
trying to steady my shaking hands
and unsteady psyche.

Only then would I allow myself a deep breath
to feel the present within me–
to forget the world outside my bedroom,
the trouble that I had created for myself,
and stop my brain from thinking destructive thoughts

~Edward Austin Robertson


One Response to “Nocturne”

  1. Elan Mudrow September 11, 2014 at 7:51 pm #

    Nice! I enjoyed your writing!
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