Sunday, March 11, 2012

My Own Night Terrors

I sit in a dark room
On a couch that feels so strange
I watch the television
It's blank
Not on
Reflections painted on its glass
The image of a different room
Where I see people smile and laugh
I think of you
And suddenly
My jacket is too tight
It strangles me
The thought of you with me
Now gone
Alone on this strange couch
I pray
And sit and wait and now receive
My bitter fate
We can never find the love
I wish we could
So I will write this poem
And slowly fade
Drink myself to death
If only I could

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