Have I Been Here Too Long ?
Compliments and smiles are all I can muster,
as I climb the solitary stairwell of loneliness,
to where a lost soul reaches its peak,
and I enter my attic of thoughts.
My attention turns to sinking sands of laughter,
draining the positives of happiness,
replacing them with memories of sadness,
leaving a world I can no longer touch.
As tears roll down the inside of my heart,
they erase any joy I once had.
Cool pains trace to the pit of my stomach,
where I cry into myself.
Self indulgence in one’s ride to oblivion,
and the lonely rise to an end makes reminiscing easy,
any regrets are a never-ending torment,
of what might have been.
Where is the exit ?
the only way out is to close soft eyes and say farewell,
as the torturous eulogy of my experience,
is as painful as being here.
©Nick Hawkins 2004, all poetry rights reserved