Blue is a mockery of <br />my feelings now- <br />blackest of grey is <br />much more proper <br />rain drench me <br />to hide my tear <br />streaked eyes <br />open the aged scotch <br />to soak my fears- <br /> <br />Drink til it's all <br />just a blur for this night- <br />I shall pay the price again <br />at mornings first light <br />dying inside- <br />is more painful <br />than that amber poison to <br />force my fears to the back <br />and let me collapse- <br /> <br />No one to- <br />catch me when I fall <br />from the demise <br />of this nightmare- <br />close the blinds <br />keep out the light <br />maybe a drunken stupor <br />will keep me asleep- <br />as I envy Rip Van Winkle <br /> <br />Little girl lost- <br />no one will miss her <br />lost at home, lost in a dream <br />silenced once again <br />it's just me of no importance- <br />stay away <br />keep your distance <br />alone again <br /> <br />naturally...<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-girl-lost-8/
