Depravation
Staring at the pieces that once were his part of his life;
They lie there scattered as if part of a jigsaw puzzle.
Perhaps they sit there waiting to be reassembled.
But why bother he asks of himself and if ;
I do what will it all mean if all the pieces do come together?
And there in the back of his mind is the picture of her;
She is the girl holding the flower but yet having unseen eyes.
And he desire sleep but finds no success in his attempts;
Is he so different; other people let those things go;
Why can't I ( he asks).
He doesn't get it for they were once friends and lovers;
They brought life into the world and lost family together.
They laughed and they cried;
Stood side by side and back to back;
And now it's gone as if it may never have existed.
Did it really ever happen?
There's no name ;
Witten in stone to be found;
No suggest that any of it ever happened.
And he's so tired and so sleepy.
He feels much as if in a cockpit;
of some sort of flying vessels;
Blind but searching;
With no place to;
Land
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2009
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