Sitting alone staring at this blank page,
wondering what I could fill it with.
Words swirl around in my head as I start to write them down,
who will read them since all have gone away.
No longer do they call or clamor for attention.
Those who meant a lot to me have vanished in the haze,
leaving a distant memory behind.
Time is a fleeting ship out on the ocean,
it sails faster and farther away as I sit here on the shore.
Watching and waiting to hear from you.
The ones that vanished in the haze, forgotten and abandoned.
Oh wait, that's me.
Sheryl Lynn Ratliff
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
Sitting alone staring at this blank page,
wondering what I could fill it with.
Words swirl around in my head as I start to write them down,
who will read them since all have gone away.
No longer do they call or clamor for attention.
Those who meant a lot to me have vanished in the haze,
leaving a distant memory behind.
Time is a fleeting ship out on the ocean,
it sails faster and farther away as I sit here on the shore.
Watching and waiting to hear from you.
The ones that vanished in the haze, forgotten and abandoned.
Oh wait, that's me.
Sheryl Lynn Ratliff