So Long!

The newspapers on my desk have gathered more dust,

The poetry scribbled at dawn, more verse;

My coffee mug infected with nameless insects,

Groans, begging to be cleaned.

The blahs peep into my empty hotel room,

As noises of unbearable solitude begin to gnaw once again.

I wail out aloud, to make sure there is life in me;

That I exist, and there is a spirit inside.

My heart pines, wanting to belong to this solitude,

To soak in it, to embrace it with love.

I walk around naked, to make sure there is life in me;

That I exist, and there is flesh inside.

My fingers tremble, as they try to hold on to solitude,

To drown in it, to find a savior in it.

My bed now is littered with many books,

Each claiming to guide me to light.

One recommends hope, the other claims all is absurd.

My cry for answers go unheard and unseen.

Refusing to tell me where I lie.

The papers on my desk have gathered more dust.

The poetry scribbled at dawn, more verse.

One again, you knock at my door.

Once again, I let you in.