I am helpless, tied to my daily routine
Knowing that distance stands in my way
Concrete and asphalt paths may lead to you
but the detour called life keeps me from moving
You lie in pain, it is endless it seems
Draining of smiles and stamina, encroaching on freedoms
Bringing your heart to the curb, wallowing in confusion
Deep within the grip of fever’s melting shadows
Invoices pile up and calculator batteries run down
A swift arm across this desk reveals my frustration
As folders and tape dispensers collect in a pile on the floor
staring up, wondering, “What did we do?”
You cry of dreams shattered and an eclipsing sun
swaying in darkness on couch cushions
deformed and buckling under the pressure
as illness makes itself at home
If only I could be there, by your side
Doing what…I don’t know, something, anything
Holding your hand, brushing your hair
Silent whispers of affection, whether they do any good or not
You sleep, short periods of painless still
Beneath sweat drenched sheets, locked away in nightmare cages
Seething and fuming on horrors door step
Pleading for help that you know wont come
And here I am, shackled to a wooden structure with sticking drawers
Smirking employees and annoying customers
doing their best to distract me, as I write…poetry
Yeah, poetry…love verses because…well…because
it is the only way I can touch you
and
still your skin eludes me
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
I am helpless, tied to my daily routine
Knowing that distance stands in my way
Concrete and asphalt paths may lead to you
but the detour called life keeps me from moving
You lie in pain, it is endless it seems
Draining of smiles and stamina, encroaching on freedoms
Bringing your heart to the curb, wallowing in confusion
Deep within the grip of fever’s melting shadows
Invoices pile up and calculator batteries run down
A swift arm across this desk reveals my frustration
As folders and tape dispensers collect in a pile on the floor
staring up, wondering, “What did we do?”
You cry of dreams shattered and an eclipsing sun
swaying in darkness on couch cushions
deformed and buckling under the pressure
as illness makes itself at home
If only I could be there, by your side
Doing what…I don’t know, something, anything
Holding your hand, brushing your hair
Silent whispers of affection, whether they do any good or not
You sleep, short periods of painless still
Beneath sweat drenched sheets, locked away in nightmare cages
Seething and fuming on horrors door step
Pleading for help that you know wont come
And here I am, shackled to a wooden structure with sticking drawers
Smirking employees and annoying customers
doing their best to distract me, as I write…poetry
Yeah, poetry…love verses because…well…because
it is the only way I can touch you
and
still your skin eludes me
