Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Try Again…

Make Up Something New/No To Cake

Whenever it's late I need romance
with something.
There's no chocolate cake.
The novel can still wait.
Coffee isn't brewed until morning.
If I binge that show,
I'll sleep late.

Drama in my brain doesn’t equate
to a world’s pain.
Endless suffering needs recreate
notions of dream love,
when I can't concentrate
on a dutiful nightingale
cooing in my ears
buried in pillow.

Take the car out?
Where's there to drive?
Fill up bags of groceries?
I can't eat then flatulate.
What about a book?
Haven't indulged in yarn for years.

The nightmare I'm living
wouldn't bring any to tears.

So, sleep, dream, maybe
see her materialize again, if you recall
the one that got away,
you wish would have called.
But, it's half a life ago.
No escape.

I chase silly words
on a dim screen,
so the one I lay by won't wake.
More than half these years,
unstated need in gut
no medicine would touch.

In soft fortress encased,
fuzzy thoughts beg,
Come back in, dream again.
No alarm will disturb.
Enter scene, wait and listen
in a darkening revision.

Black is night.
Black in my head.
She's not coming back.
I'll make up something new tomorrow
to ease the dread.


6.16.20 I edited, somewhat carelessly, overly, hopefully…ly-lee, ly-lee.
Sorry, I got to produce as a muse flies. #freyaridings