Thanks for the chair,
I don’t have enough
in fact the one I am on
is just not up to snuff.
Give me a minute
and I’ll check it out.
Just cool your horses,
you don’t have to shout.
I don’t understand
what you’re rambling about
but I’ve decided to stay
so why do you pout?
This chair, it will do,
it’s comfortable to me.
Just bring me a blanket
and a spot of tea.
Oh, you think this is yours?
Well, we’ll just have to see
since all of this house
belongs to beautiful me.
Save the date,
mark it down
for the days fly fast
when you wear the crown.
Place your bets,
put your money down,
wait your turn
while you wear that frown.
Pride comes before
you fall farther down,
your face painted
like a sideshow clown.
Save the date,
mark it down,
feel the weight
of that burdened crown.
I was never one for clarity
as I wander in the dark
from point a to b
without a single spark.
My musings love their space
to unfold and stretch and consume
all the ragged pieces
of my soul once exhumed.
Light of day, what’s the point?
When all I need to see
lies in wait behind my eyelids,
yearning to be free.
Last man standing
was the first to rise
and battled his way,
no fear in his eyes
as the merciless foe
took his disguise,
enjoying each moment
of desperate cries
and knowing each breath
filled the air with lies
as the last man standing
stares while he dies.
Electricity
sparks crackling between us two.
What are the chances?
Each scar has its own story,
a place and time
you will never be.
Still, you ask
and I will answer
with a vague
recollection
that will not suffice.
The past will stay the past,
just as it should be,
and you will carry on
with or without me.
The morning fog has lifted
and my coffee’s all but gone.
The songbirds eat their breakfast
and forget about their song.
The day is starting new,
at least for some that’s true,
but my day just adds on
to a night already so long.
My eyes would love to close
and catch a wink or two,
but daylight beckons
and I’ve many things to do.
Time to call it a day
after all that I’ve done;
a cat’s work is endless
and I don’t stop ’til I’ve won.
Back and forth I run,
at least a time or two,
but you should fetch that ball
since I’ve got napping to do.
The pain doesn’t ease
it just slips my mind,
numbed by distraction
that I so desperately find.
Each morning starts
a little worse than the last
and each night ends
just out of my grasp.
The strength that I need
just to get through the day
seems weaker each moment
as I keep the pain at bay.
No drink nor drug
will ever help subdue
the ache in my bones
created by you.
Pardon me,
did I hear that right?
You say you love me
after you pick a fight.
We both know
we’ll be up all night
thinking we’ll gain
some better sight.
Morning comes,
have you seen the light?
Or is it time
that you take flight?
We both know
this pointless plight
and still we stay
with all our might.
Autumn Siders 