01-11-2013, 07:39 AM
Sleepless.
An empty pillow sits alone
Its surface placid, not a wrinkle.
Impostors fill the void on occasion.
Impostors they are. I wait for my one true, alone.
A bed of vast space, far too roomy for one.
A falsehood in reality, but as I lay awake,
Emotions run rampant, reality escapes.
A frigid wasteland barren of life,
The far side of bed a painful reminder.
A nightly routine causing such strife.
Oh how I wish to lay down beside her.
I stare at the ceiling- a blank slate.
Its vacancy quickly filled-either by heart or mind-
With murals of her, and I.
I wait for her. As she floats to me, on the tides of fate.
The misery returns as my eyes flutter to consciousness
No one there to embrace. She continues to elude.
I greet the sun in solitude.
An empty pillow sits alone
Its surface placid, not a wrinkle.
Impostors fill the void on occasion.
Impostors they are. I wait for my one true, alone.
A bed of vast space, far too roomy for one.
A falsehood in reality, but as I lay awake,
Emotions run rampant, reality escapes.
A frigid wasteland barren of life,
The far side of bed a painful reminder.
A nightly routine causing such strife.
Oh how I wish to lay down beside her.
I stare at the ceiling- a blank slate.
Its vacancy quickly filled-either by heart or mind-
With murals of her, and I.
I wait for her. As she floats to me, on the tides of fate.
The misery returns as my eyes flutter to consciousness
No one there to embrace. She continues to elude.
I greet the sun in solitude.