Love has similarities with dreams.
They both
have power.
They can seize terrifying emotions
and deep instincts
and form into
images
that can haunt a person.

Here I sat on my bed
With a mouth full of empty words and an empty head.
I feel like I just lost a friend
I feel as if nothing matters in the end.

Here I ponder, looking for the things I long for
Unhappy as I seem to be
I don't really know what to hope for
I think Im just sitting here for nothing at all.

Tiring day, yes it is.
Nothing bad has happened yet gone was the ecstacy
I can't force myself to be happy
Or atleast, smile a bit whenever they're staring at me

Here at my blanket contemplating to sleep
Here at my bed looking like a meak
Writing a poem like a real geek
Figuring how to shove away the sadness that creeps

The body got burned out.
The mind got drained.
The soul got thirsty.

I guess I don't know where this is going
I don't have any idea of what I was doing
I'm just sitting here doing nothing
I guess I will be sitting here until morning

True friends listen to your fears
when the chips are down.
They stand by you in your pain,
when everyone else scatters.
They take you for who you are
& don't pass judgment.

They cry when you cry.
They laugh when you laugh.
Sometimes they cry when you laugh,
sometimes they laugh when you cry.
Friends don't feed you illicit drugs,
they don't chug your weakness with you,
or fill you with self-doubt.

They stay true.
They pick you up
in turbulent times.
They face the wind with
you in the good times.
No matter what,
they believe in you.

And they do it unselfishly.
They do it with real
genuine love,
not that synthetic kind,
the kind
most people use
all of the time.

He was in love in a time I was not,
he fell out slowly;
I fell in. Deeply and tragically.

The old and now empty railway track
Where iron horses will never come back
Carried trains along it on two four four
Driving along to the Welsh sea shore.

Children would travel with bucket and *****
Later to wonder at castles they’d made
While Mum and Dad with bags by three
Wondered if they’d brought enough for tea.

From Stafford station it pulled away
Stopping at Newport along the way
Then Shrewsbury town and Machynlleth too
Pulling in at Barmouth just after two.

Passengers piled out in their droves
Most of them looking for shallow coves
Mums carrying babies who’d often screech
Heading for quiet spots left on the beach.

To Mum and Dad it was a well earned rest
From their working days and household stress
And the joy of seeing children have such fun
It meant the holidays had begun.

Some days later, maybe three or four
Passengers waited by carriage doors
And back to their homes they all would go
With tales to tell to folks they know.

And as they journeyed East again
Saying goodbyes to holiday friends
They felt refreshed and enjoyed the ride
As the train sped away from the wild Welsh tide.

©JRW2014