Poems & Stories
My heart is aching
The foot pedal's braking
dropped it in reverse;
your steps, retracing
Now I can't see the light
leading to a brighter place
Nothing feels warm or right
in this lonely, forsaken space
The sun is shining
but all I feel is rain
If I could just listen to the night
and ride the quiet stillness
to the first pink of dawn
maybe then it would be alright
If I could just push the time along
or give up the hopeless fight
I could set the story straight
cross over to to the exit lane
and carry straight on
But I'm stuck on the back burner
Coiled in the wire
Let’s close this page-turner
Nothing but a quagmire
and I’m sinking like a deadweight anchor
Push me upstream to the open sea
You could be the one to set me free
A call from out of the blue
like a knife twist to the heart
and a case of déjà vu
It gets harder to tell them apart
There has to be more
than waiting in this black void
for your face at my door
and this fading image on celluloid
taped to a mirror
Yet, I am here still
Like dead weight