life : Me just Me

Me Just Me

Speaking softly in the dark, I seem to float into space

The road I am on drags on in to the night

Never the day to come to an end

My feelings take me to that space we call our peace

The drink takes hold, the music sings

The words seem warm but reality is cold

I sing with strength but my breath is soft

My lungs are spent; my lips open, no sound

I call out loud to see my face

It’s not my call, to see that race that I

Take part in to close that door

To end my day with feelings of calm

I wake with dread those mornings alone

The bed so cold with sheets of nought

That happened the night before

I lay awake with nothing so sore

As to make me feel so wracked

In sorrow and sin

I follow the path as I do

In regimental strides of purity

To the end that makes it so sad

That I am in the end just at the end of another day

Alone yet at one with so many friends

So strong but so weak

A man yet a child

So needy of that touch

I feel lost

Just me ©