All I know is what I’ve known
Nowhere I’ve lived feels like home
And I’m lonely, not alone
Surrounded and it is compounded
By their voices I am hounded
When they’re done gone I want them near
All I want is to be clear
Clarity is not for me
So what to do to set me free?
Empty questions roll along
With the cadence of her song
Singing and I feel at home
Am not lonely or alone
Though songs, they always have to end
Leaving me with just my friends
When they’re gone I want them near
When she sings, all is clear
My sky is falling
She is calling
Taken to her by a stream
Awoken – it was all a dream
And so I’m lonely and alone
In my bed at so-called home
I close my eyes and try to find her
My perfect smoky-voiced reminder
That I could one day find a smile
Though I’m probably in denial
And her song don’t even exist
Still, to me, it will be missed
Tell Corey what you thought of this poem or he will cry.
