I wake up in bed
With different people
Ghosts all, of future and past.
I wake up to faces
Unheard and unseen
Places never been.
I wake up with people
Strangers all
Unloved, untouched
I wake up to people
Having loved them
But not at all.
I wake up and sleep
With different people everyday
Trying to keep the loneliness
And emptiness at bay.
Walking on the fringes of life
Of eternal infernal death
I walk through them
I wake up or not at all
To unseemly reality
To solid dreams made of lust
That insatiable beast who wants some more
Then not at all.
I wake up with faces
Lying next to mine
I love them sometimes
And they not at all.
In the fantasies of loving
I wake up with people
In the rapture of union
I wake up with them
True untrue
Faithful faithless
Lonely touched
Or not at all.
Comments (1)
I like the way you wrote this and I found myself relating to certain parts. Good one!