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Jul 2014
Peering out my bedroom window
I see the weeds out on the lawn
I see the ghost of my reflection
I think of you and start to yawn...

I close my eyes and slip unconscious
The day begins without me there
A drippy faucet breaks the silence
I wake again and gasp for air ...

Late morning sun demands attention
Still my window seems a pale dull haze
Is that your car out in my driveway
Or is my window out of phase ...

There's a secret room in each of us
A place we store unwanted ****
Leave the lights off, hurry close the door
It's easier to just ignore...

I like to laugh, I love to feel good
But I don't always feel things like I should
I tried to tell you these things before
You see, I can't always close my door ...

Fortunately I can deal with my own ****
Even if you and I don't fit
Cuz after all that's who we are
And now I see that's not your car ...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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