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    I sit here in my office chair
    wondering what i am to do,
    I have lost all train of thought
    as though I were thinking of nothing to begin with,
    I wonder if there was something I should be doing
    or something I should have done,
    maybe someone I was suppose to meet
    I can not for the life of me remember what it was,
    I feel as though everything around me has gone blank
    the past couple of days have been nothing but a blur,
    except for one very special individual
    he makes me want to wake up in the morning,
    he makes me want to go throughout the day
    wondering if I will get to see him,
    I think that he has found a soft spot in my brick wall
    the barrier that i put up between me and everyone else,
    he makes me happy even when I don't show it
    he makes me feel complete without commitment,
    I do not feel as though I have to be someone else around him
    he treats me as a real person,
    he looks out for my safety
    he makes sure that I get plenty of sleep,
    and that I am not over worked all the time
    no I am not married to this great man,
    but maybe someday things might change
    and we will both agree to go further,
    but of course no rushing it
    he just makes me really happy and i do not think he even knows,
    he completes me and makes me whole
    he is my sanity, my reason for living,
    and once again I can not even think
    everything is gone,
    the only thing that is there is him
    I tried to write about something else,
    but as you can read that did not work very well
    well before i take up every ones time i will stop,
    Keep coming back if you like this
    I will find a way to get online more often.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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