Me Myself and I
Just me, myself and I.
I lock myself in the bathroom to let out a cry,
I look up to the sky
and ask God why???
As I wait for the tears to dry,
I can’t help but to think that I’m such a sad and lonely guy.
Now I sit in the backyard, spark one up and get high,
I can’t help but wonder if there is another lonely soul nearby?
Maybe I could find them if I could fly…
I yearn for companionship, that I can’t deny.
This unforgiving grip of loneliness I wish I could defy.
But for now I lay in bed, hands between my thighs,
alone as can be, as the world outside passes me by.
Copyright © Gerald Alcantara | Year Posted 2016
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