Better Days?

I dont even know anymore

 Is it an empty heart 

that fills me with longing 

for days full of laughter 

and devoid of cares 

The only light I can see 

are faded echoes of the past 

that come in waves 

crashing on the shores of dreams 

Trapped in this temple of flesh 

bound to ghosts of better days 

the desire to be free 

is an ever present theme 

then out of now where it lifts 

no longer wanting but now joy over flowing 

this cup 

this seat of emotion 

actually thankful and happy 

Woe to this shifting heart of mine 

woe to these desires for forbidden fruits 

woe to the instabilities plaguing my soul 

woe 

woe 

woe 

Am I crazy 

A smile cleverly hides me 

buried behind the curtain 

I have to be fine 

I have to show strength 

I have to fake it 

Eventually things will get better 

I say into the void 

Words disappear as 

drops of rain in the pacific

lost in tides of eloquence  

surly it all means something 

maybe as this poem? 

this writing?

this lamentation? 

I don't even know, 

maybe I just need a snickers...........

Author's Note

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Reviews

[GLENDAK]

The entire tone of this writing...I was nearly in tears.
I know you are tired of emotions.
Weary of emotional fears.
You are aloft upon many oceans.
Yeah, give me a snickers. (Something about that feels cold, David.)

[Dave W.]

I dont know why this is what I gravitate to but thank you, for the reveiw

[GLENDAK]

Dave W. To me, you've grown comfortable in your sorrow. I know Heidie would be glad the sharp edges of the freshness of loss has dulled somewhat. But you'll always run to that sorrow, love. It is your comfort. It is as close as you can get to her.