Sunday, March 23, 2008

Vernacular Nonsense?

Before the dawn, I missed the light
All I wanted to see, was out of sight
I craved to see the day,
To see things go my way

Nothing seems the way it should,
No one to help, even if they could
Loss of hope and dreams of desire,
And memories of a burnt out fire

I scream, and I shout
I plead for them to let me out
But my words, all lost in vain
While I sit here, all alone in the rain

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Loss of hope and dreams of desire,
And memories of a burnt out fire"

loved these lines man!

Anonymous said...

reminded me of a couple of times when i sat alone in the rain... all i can say is, looking back, those moments bring smile on my face, eventhough they were killing me then