Friday, June 12, 2009

Locked Out

Locked out of home,
hungry and cold,
I sat on the ledge,
thinking rhythm and blues.

An eerie silence,
on 2nd cross,desolate,
I sat tapping a beat,
inside my cursed head.

A feeling of powerlessness,
cursing,
thinking of life inside,
I continued to hallucinate.

Visions of Warmth,
a soft pillow, fleeting past,
relentless, unforgiving,
Oh!I feel susceptible.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

man u sure know how to make people feel sorry for u!!!! and to think.....i was having the time of my life while u went through this!!! ;)

Nivendra said...

yeh i knw!!!see how mean you are!!!