Out of Place

I want another dream tonight before I wake
One more story in my head with characters fake
I will leave an empty message for you after the tone
Don’t bother calling, I don’t answer my phone

And I want to run but there’s nowhere to go
The streetlights are out and the traffic slow
And I want to cry when no one’s around
But someone’s coming, I can’t make a sound

I can’t make a sound until everyone’s gone
My words dry up and the battle won
I can’t make a sound because everyone’s gone
My words dry up and the battle done

I put my head down against my will
And the sun comes out before the final dream still
I had planned ahead to have one last laugh
But my eyes were shut, you know I ruined that

I want it back like a sweatshirt in the lost and found
You may find it by tracing my tears across ground
And if you think my words are missing or out of place
Collect them all and pass them on to another face.

About Paul

I think of my blog as an all-you-can-read buffet. There's something for everyone and complimentary mints at the door as you leave.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

13 Responses to Out of Place

  1. “I put my head down against my will
    And the sun comes out before the final dream still I had planned ahead to have one last laugh But my eyes were shut, you know I ruined that”

    * My absolute favorite part, it speaks to me.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Paul, you should publish a poetry book ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 2 people

  3. leegschrift says:

    Oh dear, I love it!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Lee Dunn says:

    I read this more than once, Paul…..great stuff!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Varuna says:

    “And I want to run but thereโ€™s nowhere to go
    The streetlights are out and the traffic slow
    And I want to cry when no oneโ€™s around”
    So pure and raw! Love it โค

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Ely says:

    Please hold. I’m removing your sharp pointed words from inside of my chest- you didn’t have to stab me ya know?! Geez! This was powerful but gentle and heart-ripped-open intense and honest. I’m such a poetry groupie. Lol ๐Ÿ˜‚ I’m a little obsessed.

    Liked by 2 people

    • Paul says:

      Thank you! I always like your comments on my poetry, they give me a lot of confidence lol. I’m picturing a poetry groupie as someone who stands at the end of my driveway with a candle in one hand, as they snap their fingers in the other. Is that about right? Haha

      Liked by 1 person

      • Ely says:

        Lmfao! Honestly I hadn’t worked out the details but now that you put it so vividly- I can’t UNSEE it. So that is exactly what a poetry groupie is. Officially. Lol!!! And you’re welcome!

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.