Absence
Sitting here, in this place
searching for a familiar face,
finding nothing but empty lies,
petty grievances, and broken ties,
and each and every day,
it ends the same way,
no sanity, no sleep, and sitting here,
waiting for my magician to appear,
to give me a potion to set me free,
from this prison of pain and greed,
to bring me enlightenment and release me from fear,
but his absence is clear,
he will not come,
for he can only brighten the sun,
not make the darkest of days bright again,
so I will sit here, in the rain,
dreaming of days free from pain,
try to erase the memories from my brain,
smile at days free of sorrow...
I guess a man can dream about tomorrow
Copyright © Andrew Henry | Year Posted 2011
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