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Author: singinstrawberri
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-07-04 - Updated: 03-07-04 - id:1544382

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Weak fingertips brush the smooth keys

Desperate to once again capture the music

my hands force concentration and strength

forth into the ivory, ebony creator

Every effort is rewarded in frustation and despair,

slamming the piano shut--

I can't do it

I got lost somewhere along the path....

Can somebody be my savior this time?

Long lost dreams and flitting memories--

locked away, seemingly forgotten

Precious loved ones no longer rekindle the heart

My tired soul's smothered, filled with

nothing

My heavy eyes can't see you

My fingers don't feel the warmth

Chocolate doesn't taste quite as sweet

Singing in whispers in the rain

No longer reaching and spirited while dancing

Mind's so clouded with fog

The world's masked, and my eyes have been blindfolded

I'm breathing, my heart's pounding ever-so-slowly

but I am not living

What could be sweet, merry, light-filled days

is the same as the last, same as the next

Tragedy bites at my heartstrings

but I am barely touched

I am no longer thinking, never concentrating

My mind, heart, and soul is elsewhere;

Can you help me find it?

I think I'm lost, maybe just a little asleep

But salvation and light don't cross my path;

I cannot awake

God's love doesn't seem to reach here

Words blur, and can't be written down

Give me a pencil, but I won't be able to write

I'll lay down, and tears fall, but fall unnoticed

I don't want to wait, I just want to live....

Deep inside I really do care

Just help me find myself, but

has my chance been swept away?



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