Struggling through another restless night
I ferociously toss the covers away
With my pillow I wipe away my tears
And wonder if I’ll ever find the path
That leads me back to you
My darling I have surpassed
So many detours on that road
Of broken down dreams
With giant potholes
That I wonder
Where was that turn I missed?
So now
In the darkness
Illuminated by vapor screens
And pipe dreams
I pull out my invisible map
Graffitied in yellow highlighter
I trace a new route
Who knows
Maybe I’ll get lucky
And you’ll be hitch-hiking
My way
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You are without a doubt on a roll. I really love the images. Perhaps we have bumped in that darkness, as your words echo in my head.
Gary
You never know. Don't expect too much from life and let it suprise you.
Just follow your path and give other hitch-hikers a chance as well.
Nico
Love the sad writes, it's good to get them out of your system.
My first wife a lovely girl whom after our divorce, I met again briefly at my daughters wedding, obviously under the influence of wedding toasts and sherries, and in a moment of alcoholic remorse, said to me in a moment of acute mental intensity, that if I had only done certain things everything would have been wonderful.
Myself never having been described, as lacking logic, said quite casually, then why did you just not tell me what was on your mind
.
Her considered reply was quite remarkable, “No! You are supposed to know these things.”
Twenty years down the line, I was still pondering the acuity of those remarks.
Never mind I will get there yet.
Oirdheirc Mor
My pillow have black stains on it from all the tears I cried...damn mascara!!
Love Tinka