“Wasted Words”
A million
Wasted words
Spill from my lips
They fall softly
Upon deaf ears
I would scream
But I’ve gone hoarse
I try to face you
And suddenly
You see through me
The face which once
Deemed
“Mornin’ Beautiful”
Has faded
From your still frame mind
And yet here I am
Wasting words
My fingers cramped
My eyes tired
My heart helpless
As it should be
For this poet knows
The love I fight for
Cannot be denied
And so it seems
I’ll write myself through this too
The wasted words
Will serve as nourishment
To a lost love
I wish to restore
A lost love
I go on
Believing in
Albeit foolish
I am!
My soul will feed
On these wasted words
And I will be strengthened
And remain
Alive
Awaiting
Wanting
And fighting
For that
Which has been
And remains
Mine
A million
Wasted words
Spill from my lips
They fall softly
Upon deaf ears
I would scream
But I’ve gone hoarse
I try to face you
And suddenly
You see through me
The face which once
Deemed
“Mornin’ Beautiful”
Has faded
From your still frame mind
And yet here I am
Wasting words
My fingers cramped
My eyes tired
My heart helpless
As it should be
For this poet knows
The love I fight for
Cannot be denied
And so it seems
I’ll write myself through this too
The wasted words
Will serve as nourishment
To a lost love
I wish to restore
A lost love
I go on
Believing in
Albeit foolish
I am!
My soul will feed
On these wasted words
And I will be strengthened
And remain
Alive
Awaiting
Wanting
And fighting
For that
Which has been
And remains
Mine