my lonely follows me like a stranger
through the streets of some deja vu city
i wander
you haunt me like a ghost
or some movie always on late at night
sadness creeps in with good reason
i cry for the collective tragedy
i am grateful for he who listens, understands
i a frustrated by who he is not
i feel the loss of her womb
the splinters of her shattered fantasy
we all fret and mourn
it is a wonder these marbles don't cripple us all
where are you?
how are you?
these questions reoccur like a rash
gravity has won this round
i need the floating, the joy
that fire, love a glow
memories taunt me
dissatisfaction reappears
like bills in my mailbox
what matters to you?
the spinning before me exhausts
time to retreat
recollect
make new
it seems that they are sowing poison
be true
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