Blue is a mockery of
my feelings now-
blackest of grey is
much more proper
rain drench me
to hide my tear
streaked eyes
open the aged scotch
to soak my fears-
Drink til it's all
just a blur for this night-
I shall pay the price again
at mornings first light
dying inside-
is more painful
than that amber poison to
force my fears to the back
and let me collapse-
No one to-
catch me when I fall
from the demise
of this nightmare-
close the blinds
keep out the light
maybe a drunken stupor
will keep me asleep-
as I envy Rip Van Winkle
Little girl lost-
no one will miss her
lost at home, lost in a dream
silenced once again
it's just me of no importance-
stay away
keep your distance
alone again
naturally...
Robin Bennett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-girl-lost-8/
