posted on Oct, 19 2015 @ 03:46 PM
I hope you all aren't getting tired of hearing about my loneliness. I admit I often post here in order to exorcise my demons. You fellow writers have
become my family and I appreciate all of you.
The sound of a muted trumpet
paints my mind with a city scape,
street lights flicker from insect wings
and crickets signal there intent.
Will the lovers who walk hand-in-hand
share kisses and hugs as part of the romance?
Will displays of love and affection dance
to the ancient lust and the fire of desire?
Will our copulations save the world
or only preserve a family name?
Will they just add another mouth to feed,
another pawn in a life and death game?
Another sweaty night travels by,
my bed waits uncomfortably,
I delay my prone torture,
choosing to sit in my recliner.
I listen to the trumpet again
as the radio broadcasts my pain,
another night, another refrain
waiting for something...anything.