Meet Me
© 2008
Dan Johnson
When I feel lost and confused,
fumbling and most certainly,
stumbling through the living room of life.
Meet me, please, won’t you meet me,
I’m so damned tired of feeling used
just like worn out furniture
in a nondescript corner,
of an unremarkable room
in this house called life.
When I’m in the hallway between rooms,
meet me, let me look at you, guide me,
I don’t want to wander into the kitchen, stop me!
That’s where knives and weapons exist
to cut me into pieces,
I need you to meet me, to keep me… whole.
until then, all you see is the dark half of me.
When I first looked into your soothing eyes,
they calmed my fears,
made my sadness disappear,
that is what your love did to me,
now, meet me in the bedroom of my soul,
where you make those bad
dreams fade away.
Meet me, see the whole of me…
please meet me!
Dan Johnson
© 2008
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Smiles and hugs,
Myrna
George
just like worn out furniture
in a nondescript corner
I once knew that feeling very well, both at home and on the job. Thank God, those days are over for me.
But the poem depict those emotional turmoils that overwelm us from time to time.
Well done! ! !
Georg
it's good to have someone say it for us,and you did it beautifully!
Love,
ET
stan
Newfie Hugs, Rose
For not being your current state of mind, you could have fooled me - believable excellence! Well done.
I know that perverted Muse LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I love creative writing where one can place themselves
as characters in their own writes, I do that very well I must say and love the reviews, I truly get a kick out of this type of writing
Peace be with you
William
Be always safe,
Karen
many days.
Becca