The Key

I cannot sleep because all I think about is you

and if I fall to my dreams all I dream about is you

why can I not let you leave me alone

set me free so I can roam

about the world - go where I want to go

I want to plant a new rose without thinking of the old

I want to feel the warmth of the sun, not the cold

I am afraid. I am afraid. I am afraid...to fall asleep

I cower in my cowardice to move on from what I could not keep

I can admit this to myself but the benefits I cannot reap

I am surrounded by love yet my heart continues to weep.

the ink pours out in a deranged mess, all over this sheet

queer they seem, scribbled out, as your eyes they meet

empty, is how I feel, like this pen squeezing out its meat

empty we'll both be, at the end of the sheet, after this feat.

a numbness settles in, trying to set me free

the voices speak, but they only speak to me

my thoughts start to clear and suddenly I see

that life has no meaning. That is the key.