Wednesday, January 26, 2005

No Shelter Here

There’s never shelter
Never a shoulder
I wanted to hold her
Have her love me
She's lonely
It must be me
Timing?
No. It’s me
It has got to be
Nothing. I am nothing

Angry at myself
Frustrated
Doubting
Depressed
Alone, still.
My mind is a jail cell
What can I say to her?
She secretly rules me
I’m frozen
Motionless
Brain running wild
An overload of “don’t knows” and “what if’s”
And “why do I’s?” and “how come’s?”
Only I can save me

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