sitting here alone
along these warm
soft seats
my arms don't
fall to my side
grasp on tight.
to my sleeves
cloth between fingers
for dear life
the music drones
banjo and drum
guitar and flute
lost and alone
the music croons.
when i'm alone
i have deciphered
all your designs.
when i'm alone
with my mind
my arms don't
fall to sides
when i'm alone
there is fear
i have none
i should be
strong stout sincere
but you know
you don't hear
me cry alone
Comments (1)
Did you have this around, waiting or is it brand new? Sad... I thought things were well.
Posted by Veda | July 27, 2005 7:39 PM
Posted on July 27, 2005 19:39