Sometimes I Daydream: A Collection of Poetry

By Richard Adcock

I see the world differently. I see famous people. Rich, poor, the great, And the not so great. Some die young, And others die old. Some have many friends, And others dont. Its not my purpose to ask why. Its not my purpose to understand. I must somehow find My own purpose in life.

Since the death of his sister in 2013, Richard Adcock has been searching for the meaning of life and answers to lifes greatest questions through poems that explore grief, loneliness, and pain and consider whether God really understands the human heart.

With a raw and emotionally honest style, Adcock shares poignant reflections that contemplate his search for a purpose, his past, the consequences of unhealthy choices, the joys of new life, and the journey of death. Through his moving poems, Adcock demonstrates to others that no matter what our challenges, we are all in this life together.

Sometimes I Daydream offers a lyrical glimpse into one mans walk through his trials as he works through loss, questions his purpose, and learns to view the world differently.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781491769706

Richard Adcock

Richard Adcock was born in Kansas City, Missouri, where he has resided since. He began writing poetry in 2013 as a way to work through the grief after his sister died. This is his first collection of poems.

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Sometimes

I Daydream

A Collection of Poetry

Richard Adcock

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SOMETIMES I DAYDREAM

A COLLECTION OF POETRY

Copyright © 2015 Richard Adcock.

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ISBN: 978-1-4917-6971-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4917-6970-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015909251

iUniverse rev. date:   06/22/2015

Contents

Sometimes I Daydream

A Hard Life

A Journey to Death

A Midnight Walk

A Pathway Back in Time

A Purpose in Life

A Run in the Winter Snow

Angels Don’t Die

Another Day Closer

Another Visit from Death

Autumn Blaze

Baby Boy

Beware the Reaper

Beware the Wolf

Broken

Count the Stars

Death Is Everywhere

Deep Sleep

Demons Walk the Halls

Does Anyone Remember?

Everyone Must Die

Give Me a Reason

Grief-Stricken

Had Enough

Heaven Opened Up for Me

Hidden in His Mind

I Just Don’t Care

I Understand

I’m Lost

In a Clown’s Eyes

Is This All?

It Stays with Me

You Learn to Live

Let Me Grieve

Love or Lust

Little Girl

Make Sure

Maybe There Is

Middle of the Night

My Precious Cargo

My Second Shadow

My Son, My Son

Need to Escape

No More Snow!

No One Can Answer

Nowhere to Run

October Morning

One by One

Others Will Forget

Plastic Flowers

Sit in a Corner

Taken Away

The Hoot of an Owl

The Nighttime Trucker

The Ones That Remain

Why?

The Time Came and Went

Through My Eyes

Until It’s My Turn

We Never Forget

We Stand

We’re Not Dumb Truck Drivers

What Else?

What Happened to Yesterday?

What Once Was

Winter Weather

Who Will Remember?

Who’s Next?

Why Do I Live?

I Say Good-Bye

Still

Sometimes I Daydream

Sometimes I daydream.

I dream about life,

Trying to find a purpose.

What’s the meaning?

I search for answers.

I find no solutions.

I search for peace.

I find distress and frustration.

What is the meaning of life?

It’s vague and uncertain.

I wonder who’s in control.

Who guides my steps?

I reach down to the ground.

I grab a handful of dirt.

I see myself as I am:

Dust, dirt, and ashes.

For a while, I will see my shadow

Before the decaying begins,

And then it’s dust to dust.

The dust was made for the dead.

I guess I’m already dead.

How can I be dead?

I have no peace,

And in death there is peace.

Looking for that exit.

Each new day I awake,

The sunrise becomes my enemy

Like a demon that torments a soul.

I keep looking for a purpose

Like a hungry dog searching for food.

Sometimes