Left-Right-Left

Left-Right-Left



I feel a general malaise
Has nestled into my pocket,
It's expanding exponentially,
Using me like a socket;
Plugged in and revved up
Overpowering the senses.

As I feel The Day approaching,
My sanity I'm poaching,
My emotional state tense,
My soul is weighed down dense.

My brain has gotten up and departed,
How I still wish we'd never parted,
Why oh why did I ever get started
To open up and love you?
Now my malaise covers my aches
But nothing ever plugs the hole
You left
When
You left
Me...
High and dry,
High and dry,
Some days are okay;
Others, like this day,
I wish I'd died.
Happy birthday, MJ,
You're gone and
I am all I have left.


2010-08-04