THE PUDDLE


There was a time when nothing bothered me
But I couldn't see inside of me
I saw more bad than good
Did more wrong than I thought I could
Never felt love, tried to give it away
Always working, no time for play

Maybe the world would be better if I'd die
I hurt so much, but I just can't cry
My heart is weeping, my brain won't sleep
My pockets are empty, life ain't cheap
I can't seem to explain the way I feel
The pain I've caused lingers still

Maybe I'll go back to ignoring myself
Put my emotions in a box on a shelf
Close the closet and lock the door
So I won't feel the pain any more
If I don't hurt, maybe I won't cause anyone else to
If I am numb, I won't feel so blue
Then the problems I caused might fade away
Like a puddle in the sun after a morning rain
copyright 1994 Ken Walters
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