On times like this I feel alone,
Standing on an empty street,
Walking with shadows
Eyes seeing, gaping, judging,
But seldom understanding,
And the hand that reaches out,
Feels just like skin
And nothing more.
Some friend tries to save me,
Protect me from me,
But I feel it coming again,
This time it’s on a roll,
Something chokes from within
The feeling is overwhelming.
You felt like home to me,
But I no longer care
And I ain’t blaming,
I guess you didn’t know,
So many times you hurt me,
Still I didn’t show.
But here by the sea
Everything’s washed away,
Except this emptiness,
And the cold cold tears.
I’m leaving the city,
The people, the lights and all.
Sight has lost meaning
And sanity sense
Spirit calls, the wild beckons
I’m tired of existing,
Just smiling lies
The strings strum
While I drown in song,
Everything’s reduced
To an overpowering surge
It brings the traveler home.
And even though I fall,
The waves catch me
It offers a salty kiss.
My memories are gone,
The nights of sleeping alone.
And as the last bubble fades,
Sleep, peace, darkness follows...
I wake up with a gasp.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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waaw good poem
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