POEM: I’m living in a ghost town

I’m living in a ghost town;

All my dreams are upside down,

Smiles are frowns, friends act like clowns.

And it’s only because

My brain’s in fuzz,

I can’t hear the buzz

Of all the trees;

But I feel the breeze.

It’s like everything ceases

To exist; quiet as a cemetery,

Let me take this opportunity

To stand up to society;

But no one answers back,

So I’ll run this track.

You better watch your back,

‘Cuz I’m living in a ghost town,

That’s how I get down,

Slide, glide, drive around

This city,

It ‘aint’ pretty,

So I pity

The faces which float pass

Under that hidden mask,

Filled with scars from the past.

No one sees me;

Frees me; it beats me;

So, please be

More understanding

And comprehending,

When dreams are mending

Each other.

They don’t even bother

To stutter,

When friends in battle fall.

It’s like all

Voices stall.

‘Cuz I’m living in a ghost town.

Victims from the ground,

Their screams echoing all around;

Yet no one sees the tears,

Hears the fears,

Feels the pain of their peers,

As more of their friends die.

Families cry,

Citizens fly,

Away from this country,

To another county,

Where there is plenty.

And we are left with

A death wish;

An empty dish

Of creativity,

And society

No longer cares about the nativity.

It’s not my imagination;

Its discrimination;

Look at the condition

Of houses,

Buses,

And Spouses,

Is this what we want?

A flashy store front,

While bosses pull stunts

On humanity. Despise them,

Abuse them,

And use them

To do evil, give hugs,

Then sell drugs.

Should I blog

About the corruption

In this nation,

Or the condition

Of our schools?

No rules,

Kids choose

To neglect education;

No motivation,

To better their situation.

But run

To pick up guns

With tons

Of ammunition, no respect.

Then they choose to neglect

The opposite sex,

And gravitate

To humiliate

And degenerate

To the unthinkable,

Making grossness plausible.

You’d think such was impossible.

I don’t understand;

What’s going on in this land?

Not a man to stand

Up for morality;

We praise individuality,

And embrace animosity.

This can’t be real.

What’s the deal?

I can’t digest this meal.

I must be living in a ghost town.

Everything is upside down.

Yeah . . . I’m living in a ghost town!

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23 Comments

  1. poem lover
    January 15, 2013

    an excellent piece of work

  2. cute
    January 2, 2013

    great work. i really feel the poem

  3. YES!!...
    January 2, 2013

    I FEEL THE BEAT AND FLOW…
    THE WAY THE STORY IS LAID OUT TO SHOW.
    HOW OUR DOMINICA HAS LOST ITS GLOW.
    LIKE A FALLING FLAKE ON WINTERS SNOW…
    JUST BRILLIANT! MAGNIFICO….

  4. Citizen
    January 1, 2013

    :-D i think this was an excellent piece perfectly describing Dominica’s situation….good job Mr. Challenger

  5. Anonymous
    January 1, 2013

    Nice work mr challenger. I’m impressed.

  6. shining-star
    January 1, 2013

    Great poem Joel. Truely reflects whats goin on in our socielty.. keep it up

  7. Patriotic Citizen
    January 1, 2013

    Great poem Joel, the verses are true reflections of what’s going down in our society… :)

  8. MC-Lee
    December 31, 2012

    Mr. Challenger!!!

  9. Oh yes
    December 31, 2012

    A beautiful piece of writing which touches society far and wide. Splendid expression of innermost meditation.

  10. Rain_fall
    December 31, 2012

    :-D :-D :-D Wow, mr. Challenger, this is a great piece!! You pulled this off, no matter what they say. They don’t get it just cause they haven’t heard it as yet. I hope you’ll record it so they can understand the rhythm and the tone.

  11. December 31, 2012

    It’s great if only we have some more people to write poems or even songs about these types of things I can tell yousay we could at least say that we have a good amount of people who see what’s wrong and write.Maybe we could knock some more sense into some of our disrespectful and unmanerly young people. Anyway one love,good job and keep it up.That was sooooooooo gooood. :mrgreen: :-o :-P :-D :wink:

  12. cute
    December 31, 2012

    is this the teacher from the state college?

  13. AHA
    December 31, 2012

    It would be interesting to hear how the poet “runs this track”

  14. Suki
    December 31, 2012

    SOOOO TRUEEEEEEEEE

  15. Anonymous
    December 31, 2012

    LOL that’s a good one

  16. Dee
    December 31, 2012

    Another great poem from you Mr Challenger :-D
    “I’ll run this track…I’m living in a ghost town” 8)

    • Yep
      December 31, 2012

      Ikr…I like it :)

  17. Oust Them!
    December 31, 2012

    :oops: :twisted: :mrgreen: :?: This poem is a revelation of the signs of the time in this island nation of Dominica! :oops: :twisted: :mrgreen: :?:

  18. citizen kane
    December 31, 2012

    This could have been much
    better if it did not
    try to say too much such
    that it seems repititious

    • weezib
      December 31, 2012

      you mean repetitive, dont you? hats off to joel, great effort… your writing will get better with time… just keep writing

      • citizen kane
        December 31, 2012

        No, I meant repetitious.. sounds similar but with a bit of a different meaning. Just so you know though .. my critique was not meant to demean but rather to give my objective opinion of the piece .. maybe so that next time the author will pay attention to that aspect of his writing.

    • Anonymous
      January 1, 2013

      This is how he chose to express himself -you don’t need to correct anything.

    • Anonymous
      January 1, 2013

      Repitious means -full of repetition -unecessary and tedicious repetition. Maybe you should consider changing your name from citizen kane to citizen pain -it just seems to sound a whole lot better.-just my objective opinion

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