London FogA Poem by Lydia Jamison
This sunshine of reality,
I admit is not for me. I need some time to wander, So that I can truly see Where I belong in this world, And where I was meant to rest. They say no place will please me, But I have to try my best. The world I live in now, Comes to life with all my fears. This small town I've been trapped in For far too many years Is finally breaking down on me, Closing in onto my bed. I can't stand this uncertainty, Weather I'm alive or dead. I have to break from sunshine, Where everyone can see The things I try to hide, The stripped, the real me. I need to cover up Where someone understands. Where someone will learn to love me, Will be there to hold my hand. I see it there inside my mind, The lovely London fog. But until I get to reach there? The time is far too long. So for now I bury my mind Inside the pages of my books. Avoiding all the contact, The vain and dirty looks. So until I get to be with you, My one and only love, Please listen to the notes I speak, As I start to come undone. The words are dripping from my lips, A truth so hard to tell. But I know someday that I will be there, Far gone away from this hell. The sunshine of reality, I admit is not for me. But I think I've finally found the place Where I was meant to be. Rainy pavements underneath my feet, And clouds to coat the sky. And like a perfect melody, We're together, You and I. © 2010 Lydia Jamison |
StatsAuthorLydia JamisonHuntington Beach, CAAboutJust a teenage girl who loves music and literature. Nothing more to it. more..Writing
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