Midnight Train Rides

My eyes droop from dreariness;
it’s made me sag with disapointment
over false hopes and dreams never fully explored.
Poorly applied make-up never seems to fully come off,
giving my tiny wrinkles endless lines and allowing me
to appear more sullen than I actually am.
My eye lashes trickle off day by day.
My clothes are dirty, fresh out of the wash;
muscles sore from day to day obligations.
I’m lost in thoughts about thoughts
and people who think about what I’m thinking.
I can’t read your mind, not even if I tried
and it’s like you’re seeing how much power you
have over me. Why don’t you just ask?
Because questions seem to be your favorite
form of communication, because you know
it backs me into a corner and my only way
out is with answers, not all of which leading
to the exist that is you. Vague responses aren’t enough
for the man with all the power. And neither am I.
I can’t escape the games you play and if I had to stop
now I don’t think there would be enough time to pull the breaks.
The fire is too strong now, engulfing all that is, was and could
have been. And even though we’re blind I feel the warmth
beneath my finger tips as I close the shutters that are my
eyes and open the blinds to my mind.

Midnight Train Rides

jasmine806

Joined July 2010

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