This is my secret confession
Where I lived a life of deception
Blinded as I was I chose not to see
That all I was courting was just pure controversy

You see I thought that I could juggle both fire and ice
When all I was balancing were just lies
They say I can't have my cake and eat it too
Greedy as I was I chose not to listen even if it was true

In the end I juggled both up high into the sky
Where they disappeared without a goodbye
Now I sit here all alone
All alone with my bag of methadone

Waiting for sleep
is like jumping from a window
you keep falling
all your life plays in your mind
and you don't know
when you hit the ground

Little toy car, why so
Blue? Is it because there's seven
hundred miles between me and
you? So pull me in then
let me out, my lonely
heart is on a round-about.

Little photo why so
faded? Is it because you and
I are separated? In five more days I
will be home, and then we can
truly be alone.

© A. Leigh

Isn't it ironic,
how we tell others to stay strong,
yet we cant do it ourselves?
Everyone seems to think
I am the “master” at
solving problems but,
I can't even figure out
how to solve my own…