Dim

Bored

Dim

 

The night is quiet, somehow empty.

My room is empty,

just me with all my stuff.

 Few things excite me nowadays,

life is mundane.

 Love; such a cliché,

I wish it had another name.

 I’m freezing cold, but it’s a hot, humid night.

 I don’t feel needed.

 I don’t feel loved,

even with all the sex.

  It’s a cliché, I know, but life is full of them.

 Right now nothing is happening in the world;

It’s only me and my nostalgia tonight.

 The lights on the road are dim

and the streets are empty.

Reviews

[Elvis Gilley]

love the imagery. great job

[Inda]

Thanks, glad you liked it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think life is a poem..sometimes a good one, sometimes a bad one...

and we are the words that fill the poem...and sometimes, yes, we are living cliches--

you say this so well...me and my nostalgia...cause it's all i got left.

jacob

[Inda]

Nostalgia can be all we have left indeed. Thanks for the review.