Tired empty dreams
Something I scribbled out while surfing E2 one sleepless night a few months ago.
Help me find that place
where I can sit with words coming out of my fingers
With hopes flowing from my pen
With dreams pouring from my heart
The world can always use a poet but needs a lot more muses
Let me drown in a convalescent bliss
Beat senselessly into the past
Borne ceaselessly into the night
Yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday... old forgotten memories
Good friends, and better times
Real drinks with imaginary friends
not wanting to sleep, hoping the next day won't start
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow... until it all ends
Too many foolish choices
Too many broken promises
Left alone and empty
Surprised at how much it hurts
Though I lost something that was never there.
Our parking lot embraces
Will prove more reminiscent of the way we were.
Tired empty dreams of what may have been
My
muse has gone away.