One More Lonely Dream
the thoughts that rest here deep
I’m laying low and waiting
as those bullets whiz past me
it’s those little things that wound
those moments I can’t see
can we reach the pinnacle
or all that we can be?
imagination covers
too heavy in this heat
you try to pull the blanket off
I sit in the hot seat
the gash that will not stop
my mind continues to seep
nothing stops the heartache
of a heart that will still bleed
we lay down here together
as usual I don’t sleep
your hand rests on my body
there’s no comfort there for me
it flows out with the current
a bottle floating at sea
coming back to haunt this room
just one more lonely dream
Copyright ©
Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011
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