My Room

Is she lonely too?

Or is my callousness too broken

for you?

She never brought me through love

and all of this. Rhyming in dark sunlight

All alone

and alone

beside her eyes
I try to refrain when the door unlocks my room
but incredulous keys

reaches through and leaves me again.

All I want is to leave.

Acting has its own appeal

and it rings off the tounge like time on the moon.
I don’t mind, your

shaking lies

and torrential hate.

Rain on my day when friendly fades.


©Dawson Lehmann



About dawsoleh

poet. writer. student. hipster. cowboy. friend.
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