Contemplation

No ammount of occupation can keep your mind at ease

Just like my yawn, I’m getting tired of all this emotion

Laying down on my back fixating at the ceiling

Trying to figure out why I painted it white

Thinking with a bewildered look, and my left eyebrow raised

Whether she would allow me to sleep at 3pm

 

Our pictures are still erect

Facing them down brings my chest into freefall with no hindrance

 

My hands stretch my face

Memories, memories, memories

 

Return to my realm, because this once powerful castle is crumbling

If us doesn’t exist  

  

Reviews

[wordplay29]

I definitely understand ...I been there many times with the same man for years ..people get board. Some people thrive of infatuation, which only lasts for like 5 min I don't care who u r. Some people actually have the patients to try loving an individuals flaws...and excepting ones flaws is a start to a lasting relationship.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. The strength of the lines allowing the reader to feel the desire and questions inside this poem.
"Return to my realm, because this once powerful fortress is crumbling
If us doesn’t exist "
When a house become empty of love. The home can become a prison. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Priscilla Sayers]

Very simply put yet the hurt is revealing, you readers can actually feel it as you write it...Well, I can.
No work needed to that
Keep it RAW

[S Sanders]

Wow. Love it--just the way it is.