Jan 90

The Word “Alone”

Another pot of black coffee
Another countless cigarette
Flip on the news for some company
but it won’t put my mind to rest

The days keep getting longer
My useless mind begins to rot
Sit and stare out a filthy window
Wonder how much more time I’ve got

The word “Alone” can be misconstrued
The word “Life” never means a lot

Obscurity voids my every thought
Lost emotion exiles my soul
Moonlight reflects off a faded dream
and I fear my existence unfolds

I struggle to find a reason
To keep some form of sanity
Self-inflicted isolation
A short-sighted need for solitary

Four walls my only companions
I’ve given each one a name
And I wouldn’t be real surprised
If they were sick of my stupid games.