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.