Eyes shine like moon
Envelopes like cocoon
Face of teary monsoon
Mourning loss of life
Reeling difficult time
Healing not in sight
Her voicelessness always scared me.
As she could only cry for the longest time.
And I could tell that in that little mind-
She had some sort of pain that my softest whispers could never cure.
The doctors all said she was simply too attached.
But really, I felt I could never connect.
Even though we both tried.
But we were both so tired from crying.
I'm lying on my bed all alone.
Sad and Lonely,waiting here by the phone.
Praying silently,I hope it will ring.
Bring a message that will make my heart sing.
But I know,that my hopes are fading fast.
I am living in the past,so blue.
Oh my soul is an empty hollow shell.
Every day's a living hell without you
All my friends tell me don't worry and fret.
Find another who will make you forget.
But whenever I go out on a date,
All I think of is my previous mate.
Yes,I know that I should be moving on
She has really really gone away
Even though logic tells me,say goodbye.
All I do is sigh and cry every day.
Oh,if only I could say,what the heck.
I'm becoming an emotional wreck.
Every thought I have is bringing me down.
If I shed any more tears,I will drown.
On my face there is a permanent frown.
I'm the unhappiest man in the town.
Sad and Lonely Sad and Lonely Sad and Lonely
in an instant
you were gone
without warning
or fanfare
you left me
to make peace
with the loss of you
a solo in the night
inconsolable
in a relentless dance
of melancholy
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Walking the streets no one around
almost a sense of loneliness
Sun beaming down, a car passes with no particular destination
Hollow stares from the back seat, soulless ,zombie like being
fades into the heat and dust
With hands in pockets I stroll
watching the tiny dust devils spring up and die just as quickly
A fly seems desperate for company following me
buzzing, circling, maybe curiosity ,as people seldom visit anymore
Passing by the diner, no longer do the smells linger on the breeze
Building after building,boarded windows, remnants of a once virile town,
now reveal all too plain the decay and rot that permeates
Every building with it's own personality,
filled with ghosts laughing and singing from a different time
Were they ever really here?
The sun now to my back I walk on
The Inconsolable
A yellow house stands with a setting of forest,
shimmering fog and new snow has fallen.
Through the living room of the house we see
a festive christmas tree, but for its emptiness
absence of a child´s happy voice, the tree has
lost its meaning…
A car drives up, a big family car, and has
an empty child- seat in the back, a woman gets
out, a man drives the car into the garage, when
he comes back; he sits beside his wife looking
at a TV`s blank screen. They both cry together,
but are still not able to utter the child´s name.
My friend, my enemy,
the conductor of my strength,
the Judas of my weakness
how you tempt me
with narcoleptic rages
I weep under the guise
of regeneration
slipping through minutes,
through hours
unconsolably weary,
drawing deeper inside the empty,
a wounded solitaire
I surrender the fight
one nap at a time
I'm tired
so very tired...
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