My Secrets And Fears

It's about finding that all of your problems seem to have crept up behind you, and that it seems that you can't no longer delay the inevitable

Letters arrived in the post
Bringing ghosts of things I’d rather forget
Young in body but feeling so old
Bitterly cold, encased in a haze of alcoholic regret

Phone calls from lovers tell me what I already feared
And through her the tears begin so rapidly to fall
Have I made any progress these last few years
I have so few friends in this world
And no options remain at all

Secrets and fears whisper to me in dreams
There’s nothing left to rise for in the day
But I’m haunted by my failures in sleep
And now for me, there’s a harsh price to pay

The money ran dry weeks ago
And still I will lose myself to sweet addiction
I let the drug take me with the tide and flow
Midnight and midday hold no difference to me now

Hushed tones tells me she fears the worst
I’m in the best and darkest times of my life
Hopeless and homeless, she says, but I dreamt of them first
The world turns mercilessly for me, and I don’t know why

Secrets and fears whisper to me in dreams
There’s nothing left to rise for in the day
But I’m haunted by my failures in sleep
And now for me, there’s a harsh price to pay

The End

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