Poetry

[Free Spirit]

its old, but who cares. By the way, I have a blog where I post poems called poemsnshit.tumblr.com. Enjoy.

Alone

Looking at the phone expecting a call

I give up, then stare at the wall

My parents leave, my brothers asleep

I scratch the hair on the head which aches and beats


I had friends, one season ago

I didn’t get out much, but you know

I was there in spirit, through thick and thin

My friends held me down, my friends helped me swim

My friends kept me without a whim till the day grew old

Bold faced I was once, as the story is told


That time has ended, that door has shut closed

My woes increase, as do my foes

The ones I loved are like grudges I hold

Close to my heart, yet dirty and old

My connections have all soured and rolled

Down the drain, my soul grows old


I long and wish for something to happen

My eyes water like mist, waiting for a companion

Instead of to another, I pour out my feelings to a page

Or pad or instrument or within till the grave

I drown headfirst in the nothing which I've made

The sunlight’s beams have begun to fade