Saturday, November 24, 2012

Spare Me

Listless, sleepless and downright confused
My thoughts a mess of jumbled words
Like yesterday's crumpled news
Emotions a blank canvas
Not a full streak of the blues
The hostess is on stage
But she's been missin' all her ques
She's not swimming or sinking
Just in stasis in the seas
Salt waters washing over
Doing all of what they please
She keeps the storefront tidy
All the neighbors are appeased
So they never suspect
That lovely garden's full of weeds
Spare me
Spare me your condescension
Save your pretty pities for another sickly soul
Spare me
Spare me your misdirection
There can be no flame in the furnace
When the coals have grown cold...