A wounded soul will always bleed
another saddened case
of heightened anxiety
the glass can only be half full
don't drink a drop now
or else lose control
don't need to eat
food won't resolve this
don't need to sleep
a missing embrace is not bliss
staring at the clock at night
everything won't be alright
need someone to hold me tight
never present and out of sight
Can't charge into the nearest bar
or up the stairs
past the hardened glares
into some booth
with garish pictures
flickering on some cracked screen
the real dream is never seen
not one to fall for standard script
they may be on their game
but I'm so sick and tired of it
Glancing at your finger
always looking for a band of gold
the memories still linger
but some ironic truths
can never be believably sold

mathiasthom
written 3/17/11