Existence

Existence. As the darkness falls, I feel the walls are closing in. There is no chance of escape. My mind, it calls. A universe of all my thoughts are keeping me awake. The fear is here, the dreaded time. Half past midnight, no light, Just frightened of the future ahead. Lying in bed alone, in the altogether, thinking about the here and now. Tomorrow is just another ordinary day, they say. I think not; give it all you have got, or fail again, To find my feet, my spot, my place, in this empty world. I am an empty glass; I need a place to exist. Money earned means nothing to me, Because love is free if you give it your all. Cash is only paper, metal works too. I want for nothing, so nothing soothes. My mind a mathematician, counting sheep. I am currently at two thousand and seventeen And I am bored of everything, Because I have no one to count on, or entertain, My vain brain that only thinks about me; All I truly care about right now is sleep. I took an early night to book an earlier flight, But my dreams are all delayed… I am sure they will arrive in due time, But I have to wait with nothing on my mind, Because there is nothing that interests me. My hopes and wishes are all so boring, That you do not need to see. I will not mention, guess what; I will simply carry on with this pointless tale I tell. I reach into the well and find a day so sunny; Wouldn’t it be funny if animals could talk… Time to get up, stand up and take a walk. I drag myself out of bed this morn And spend all day yawning, when nothing is boring, So people see a distorted truth, an illusion, Hence the confusion that follows my soul. They all watch me as I go; true heart remains unknown. Then I leave them all behind, close my eyes And climb into my bed alone. I wrap the quilt around my heart to keep me warm, Because my love…life is…so cold. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.