Alone and “The Scientist”

Alone is my poem. The Scientist is a song by Coldplay:

The Scientist:

Come up to meet you,

Tell you I’m sorry,

You don’t know how lovely you are.

I had to find you,

Tell you I need you,

Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets,

Ask me your questions,

Let’s go back to the start,

Runnin in circles,

Comet and tails,

Hits on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy.

It’s such a shame for us to part,

Nobody said it was easy,

No one ever said it would be this hard,

Take me back to the start.

I was just guessing

At numbers and figures,

Pulling your puzzles apart,

Questions of science,

Science of progress,

That don’t speak as loud as my heart,

Tell me you love,

Come back and haunt me,

What a rush to the start,

Running in circles,

Chasing our tails,

Comin back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy.

It’s such a shame for us to part,

Nobody said it was easy,

No one ever said it would be so hard,

I’m goin back to the start.

-Coldplay, absolute geniuses

And now: Alone

Fingers across the white and black,

Wish I knew the melody I was playing,

Wish I knew the story I was writing,

Wish I knew the ending.

All I know is what appears before me,

I don’t know where my fingertips are leading,

When my heart will stop beating and bleeding

Through my vain veins….

White walls, solid blocks,

Empty of pictures, they have a mirror

That doesn’t show me when I look inside,

White stucko ceiling, white carpeted floor,

Patches of darkness, spots of dirt and dust,

Neglected, empty, wasting slowly away.

Fingers tapping down and across,

Wish I knew the rhythm so I could keep beat,

Wish I knew what words would be better,

Wish I knew the ending.

All I want is what I do not have,

And that’s not some greedy thing

When you have everything but love,

Anyone else would feel the same.

Grey plastic chair with metal rods,

Uncomfortable and hard ad rock,

A bland desk covered in paper and pens,

The writing should explain me

But there’s so much left unsaid

And I don’t know how to say it.

Fingers searching for the right words,

Wish I had read the book,

Wish I had thought about it first,

Wish I knew the ending.

All I need is the eyes, the hair,

The chance to see and sit and stare,

Something to keep my mind obsessed,

Rather than taskless and thinking.

All I need are the lips and touch,

The warmth of a body pressed to me,

The sigh of another content in sleep,

A reason not to toss and turn.

Fingers reaching out to the image on the screen,

Wish it was as real as the words,

Wish it was as real as the feeling,

Wish I knew the ending…..

Fingers plodding on without stopping,

Wish the god damn song would stop,

Wish I knew it would be all right,

Wish I knew the ending….

Wish I knew the ending…..

Wish I knew the ending…..