Hon, don't cry.
Smiling, I weep
For the days I wish I could keep inside,
The inside of my brain to remember for eternity
Though if I try to find my way
I will be lost in the end
It’s so cold, so dark and cold.
A candle could never light
Its way through the long hallways
In the dark plain of my mind
Please away from me, fly away
To peace beyond the everlasting night
Though I could never say
How I long for you to stay
But please tell how much
I might have to pay,
For you to give me a backward glance
And to look within my mind
Though I could never ask you to do such a thing
For it would take years and years forevermore
To find me within the wires
Crossed and plugged in wrong
Maybe I could be good for something
Though my only option is gone.
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