The wind blew as
the siren rings
and the blare races
by with a dart of
red.

Slowly I grow frustrated
with the way people
are or could be.
You tell me that the
world is honest
and open.

When all the pain
and black darkness
greets me everywhere.
When people shutter
at the sight of me
as if I bare the plague.

All I know all I have
seen is the way people
can be in this world,
and you tell me that
I am a hopeless in
my own desperation.

And maybe your right,
but all I can do is
hope to be disappointed,
and maybe that is all
I have in this world.

When love has gone by,
and the liquor only
burn away memories
that took forever
to have it's place in
my life.

And maybe I can run
away and find only
my own pieces of me.
Or the sad truth
is I found me,
and it is all I have.

01/11/2009

Posted on 01/11/2009
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