Living to Write My End

The leaves are green, now they are yellow, then they are red.

My soul was once whole but now where it lays there is a crater instead.

Gone like the wind but I am as sure as tomorrow;

My happiness lays contently in my midnight sorrows.

Tears, I wish I knew another dialect.

Love you ate my heart why do I frequent your banquets?

Loneliness I embrace like newlyweds on their honeymoon.

I can’t let you go, this feeling makes me feel alive;

Without it I am doomed.

Stare into my eyes tell me what you see.

Can you see the storm rage over this troubled sea?

This ship sails with no captain on a regular day.

Skipper doesn’t run this, on Gilligan’s island I dream to stow away.

Twinkle twinkle little star, direct me through these waves to land of life distant and far. Then maybe, then just maybe I can live again.

No strings attached just living to write my end...