Lumbar Support

by Thomas   Apr 19, 2012


Life has broken my back
Beating me day and night
I can't get my life on track
Laying here by the wayside

The world's passing me by
They're nothing but flashing lights
I don't even care why
People won't even give me my basic rights

To be what I truly am
To live life my own way
To not participate in this sham
To not let money lead me astray

Suddenly she came along
Out of nowhere, unexpected
A desirable body and a spirit so strong
You made me feel alive, resurrected

I knew you had my back
My vision was clear like a basketball backboard
I thought my life was back on track
You saved me and became my lumbar support

You broke the stone in my chest
Pumped blood back into my veins
Put the anger inside me to rest
Had me believing again in saints

I cannot help it. I was born this way
Thrown in this world with a crooked spine
I really tried but in the end I was forced to say:
One cannot live of roses and red wine

The pain is still here and we are no more
The moments we had, the time we spend
It always ended with me outside your door
Because the division in effort was bend

Even though you dropped me
Made me hit the floor once more
It is clear for me to see
It's not impossible to restore

It doesn't matter how hard you try. My spirit never dies
I stopped being miserable, stopped being sad
Suddenly this vision will appear in front of your eyes
You'll see I was the best you ever had

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  • 11 years ago

    by DeviousCharmer

    Nicely written

  • 11 years ago

    by Yrem Crish

    Nice piece and the message you conveyed in this piece have many lessons to learn. Good job. Keep writing:))

  • 12 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    Lumbar support, a title I found irresistable to read. A creative metaphor in here:

    I knew you had my back
    My vision was clear like a basketball backboard
    I thought my life was back on track
    You saved me and became my lumbar support

    I thought this was also ingenious:

    I cannot help it. I was born this way
    Thrown in this world with a crooked spine
    I really tried but in the end I was forced to say:
    One cannot live of roses and red wine

    but, I would have worded it slightly differently, e.g.

    I cannot help the way I was born
    Thrown in this world with a crooked spine
    Unable to straighten, I stayed that way
    but many a times, I wonder
    Can one live off roses and red wine?

    Similarly, here:

    The pain is still here and we are no more
    The moments we had, the time we spend
    It always ended with me outside your door
    Because the division in effort was bend

    I would have worded it differently:

    The pain is still here and we are broken
    The moments we had, the time we spent
    Divisive roads, that often sent me
    seeking a cure to my bend, back to your door
    to find the miracle, in your lumbar support

    This last stanza:

    It doesn't matter how hard you try. My spirit never dies
    I stopped being miserable, stopped being sad
    Suddenly this vision will appear in front of your eyes
    You'll see I was the best you ever had

    I could have written it a little differently:

    Wipe me out of your dreams
    but, my spirits would never die
    I know, one day
    You will see, what you missed
    and will I ever forget
    my best lumbar support

    The thoughts are what matter, regardless of the wordings, so I liked what you projected.

  • 12 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    We don't appreciate a good thing until it's lost