🔵 By Steven Leech. Photo by lauragrafie.
I had a grand idea, but I seem to have lost it
I once had a life, but like garbage, I tossed it
Now I am lost and alone
Sitting here talking to an empty phone
Love seemed real, but it was a deceiver
So, I rattle on into this dead receiver.
I call, and call and call…
But nobody listens at all.
The silence continues to scream at me
I run and hide, but I cannot flee
No matter where I go, I am still there
Why should I tell you? You only pretend to care.
So, I will keep my troubles to myself
I am just another lost soul, stuck on a shelf.
I am drowning in this nightmare, trying to claw my way out
But in this room with no doors, it is easy to get turned about
I need a shovel to dig deep and find this hurt
I may be six feet down, but please don’t cover me with dirt.
I search for sanity in vain
Each thought is progressively more insane.
When sanity is gone, what will be left?
Like a battered ship lost at sea, I am alone and bereft
Please help me find my lost idea, and help me once again be whole
Maybe when we find it, it will be in the company of a lost and lonely soul.