September Blues

April 6, 2009
More by this author
We don’t exist like a breeze on a hot summer day
We are lost like a shell on the bottom of the bay
We have fallen like the leaves in the midst of October
We are not sane like a drunk man as he wakes up sober
The puzzle pieces don’t fit
They’re beaten and torn
There’s nothing left to mend
They’re all scattered ‘cross the floor
I feel trapped in these waters sinking way to fast
My eyes are wide open but all I see is the past
I feel cold and numb as night sets in
Still I can feel it all
The beginning of our end.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback