Connection

Have I lost myself

Am I already gone

How much time since

the deep conversations cup runs dry

Is this the end

Will I get to share it with another again

Or is it lost somewhere

Has the muscle become so weak, not used

there will be no strength again

So many have exercised this soul

My skin feels the waters draining

in this tub, alone, naked.

No water to keep me warm

When they are gone

Will the shivers of cold set in

There is nothing to it, I miss it… I miss you.

CamelCityGuy

ryn: I’m not one to tell God what He already knows. But thank you for the encouraging words. I’m still holding out hope that I may one day learn my lesson. Until then, I guess there is some fun to be had in making some mistakes (otherwise I would have stopped making them a long time ago. =D) Peace,

January 8, 2011

I was backtracking through some of my entires when I noticed one had been nominated for a reader’s choice by none other than you. Thank you! That put a smile on my face. I like this piece BTW. There’s an almost AIC circa Jar of Flies quality to it, especially in the 1st verse. The theme seems to be a commonly shared feeling tonight. Must be something in the air. Take care,