Waves
Waves of despair
Wash over me
My life
A series of mistakes
And I wish
I could correct
these things,
No matter
how long it takes
I should have died
In my old home
The place I long to be
But it's not there,
Anymore..
As anyone can see
I'm stuck in a world
With little reason
Why I should want
to survive,
And sadly, I await
The day I'm no longer
alive
My home lives on
In my mind,
And all the wonder
It did provide
And when I'm gone
It will echo no more
And all the tears I cried
I walk those halls
That exist no more
I cry in rooms long gone
And await the patter
Of the rain
That fell above my bed
But they're gone
Long gone,
Like last week's wave
I'm left to carry on
But why?
Who cares?
It's sentimental crap,
And it means nothing to you
But maybe someday
You'll taste despair
And you'll have a clue
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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