Thursday, 11 February 2016

The Lamp

Sitting alone, all alone
Darkness sweeps me up
I drown in this

I pour light
For you
Yet I go unnoticed

There are patterns on the wall
Shards of life
Live there

I sit here on my own
Waiting for something
Waiting for something to happen

I don't want to turn into
Something I didn't want to exist
In a world which celebrates
Nothing but money

Causes distress
Like no other
Not one of you
Saw the struggle I tried to address

I tried to impress
Something onto your..
Imagination departs
For reality

To the present, to the now
A collage of memories
Scatter the kitchen floor











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