nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

Forgive You (Not) - ORIGINAL POEM

Live your life, write it down on paper,
While you return home late at night,
To neither friend, family or neighbour,
Write a list of all you've achieved,
To mask the pain of absence,
Try to find purpose in what it all means,
But nothing means anything,
And I have so little left to give,
All except these words written on a whim,
In passing, on the bathroom floor,
As I take another gulp of my glass,
And wonder still where it all went round,
And though these words might be short,
Lacking in creativity and depth from within,
Hold the secrets of my youth I had fought,
So they do, as flashbacks are infrequent,
At best only occasional, in the gloom,
As I lie in bed, wondering where time went,
Only hoping that, after all this time,
I will be able to write about other things,
Things I know and live now, not as a mime,
Nor puppet controlled in their way,
A person whole, a person cut in two,
Searching for puzzle pieces always there,
And always looking to the big, bright moon.