Act 27

by Mild insomnia   Aug 18, 2004


I wake to find I’m dreaming,
And I snap myself back,
To this reality,
Oh it’s so sad.
I run to get nowhere,
As I choke on love,
I smile as I vow to give it up.

I open the blinds to darkness,
And switch off all the lamps,
I know that I can’t win this,
I know that I can.
Happiness is a warm gun,
And I drown in joy,
My fears destroyed.

And I’m getting dizzy, standing still,
I’m tired, of waiting; it’s all so soon,
I can’t believe I thought I’d win,
This battle, emptiness, and I need some room.

So leave and let me be me,
I like this character,
It’s fun, all this pretending,
Creating my own world,
As I begin to understand,
And everything makes sense,
Confused, none the less…

And I’m spinning around, being held down,
I’m laughing, as I cry, I’m ok.
I kick and scream at solid ground,
It asked for it, smarmy git, I just want to play.
I’m laughing, as I cry,
I’m laughing, I’m ok, I’m ok.

Through silence, I’m shouting, take me home,
I think I need some sleep, I must wake up, I’m living don’t you know?
I’m laughing, as I cry,
Can’t believe I thought I’d win,
Getting dizzy, standing still,
I’m tired, of waiting; it’s all so soon.

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