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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