Sitting like a statue on the shelf <br />My heart aches for company <br />Tonight I met the woman of my dreams <br />But I was only sleeping <br />I knew when I awakened she would be gone <br />Now I’m talking to myself till dawn <br />I search deep into my soul and find emptiness <br />A river of tears run down my the crevices of my cheeks <br />More proof that no answer will appear <br />Now dreams don’t raise my spirit <br />They tease me like a silver tongue devil <br />So what do I say to myself? <br />Get off the shelf and bend some rules <br />Stop living the life of a fool <br />Clear the mirror of unwanted fog <br />See myself for who I really am <br />Fill my mind with healthy thoughts <br />And stop talking to myself<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conversaton-with-myself/
