A dream of the wanderer

 

She said she lost herself somewhere in my thoughts.
I believe her because I found her there waiting for me..

In a dream

Sleep doesn't come easy anymore.
I'm not sure it ever will again.

I'm mostly silent these days..

And, I can't write like I use to.

"Why do you stay? "
"Why did you stay? "

Why does she stay? A question often pondered

I drink from the sadness of her tears
Not knowing the answer, myself.

I wander a labyrinth from heart to mind
Hanging by the last thread of my soul
Tethered to the opening that leads

out of here

A crack of light seeping through a door
to this darkened empty room..

I've locked from the inside..

This dream is my prison..

Where the reality is a question I have to ask
Not her, but myself..

How long will I have to stay here?

Drinking from leaky faucets of hope lost..
drowning in my sadness..

Longing for the fantasy that wanders my sleep.

I want so badly to go, yet my heart won't let me leave

Close my eyes to dream..

she's still there waiting for me.