I want... <br /> <br />sunshine days, <br />happiness, <br />easy living, <br /> <br />you. <br /> <br /> <br />Metaphoric melodies that prance around my brain. <br />I am insane with the downfall of <br /> <br />us. <br /> <br /> <br />Living. <br />Existing. <br /> <br /> <br />Walking through the days of sleepless nights. <br />Prowling the possiblities, <br /> <br />of <br /> <br />a future. <br /> <br /> <br />Images of storms raging. <br /> <br /> <br />Enter the lair of the crystal dragon. <br /> <br /> <br />Broken glass. <br />Defeated fire. <br /> <br />Insanity. <br />Impossibility. <br /> <br />Of us. <br /> <br />Surviving. <br /> <br /> <br />We will not. <br />We have not. <br /> <br /> <br />Strangers wearing wedding bands. <br />Enemies modifying platitudes. <br />Emotionless patterns of dissension. <br /> <br /> <br />Of ending. <br />Of beginning. <br /> <br />Without you. <br /> <br /> <br />Hot summer night blazing like a sunset <br />which has fallen <br />asleep <br />with the tide of holographic yesterday. <br /> <br /> <br />Good morning sun. <br />Goodnight moon. <br /> <br /> <br />Nothing grabs me anymore. <br />Nothing motivates. <br /> <br /> <br />Potential situations do not involve me. <br /> <br />I do not matter. <br /> <br />Silence becomes the essence of soul.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-of-storms-raging/
