Conversing Contemplation With A Pen

The pen might not talk but it writes to be heard

Conversations with my pen

Feels like I’m talking with you

Want to know what she’s up to

But I’ve been out of the loop

We used to be so tight

Guess the distance made us loose

If I was in it for the win

Why did I lie?

How the hell did I lose?

Straying too far from the tracks

My minds off the rails

I’ve been caught in the past

Couldn’t give you too much

So I thought that I’d ask

Having happiness away

Has me feeling a ways 

Involved with all the same

No need to repeat what you say 

Memories are all I can claim 

Came to the conclusion

I could only put the blame on myself

There’s nobody else

I knew how you felt

But I really want to know how you feel 

Thought this feeling was free

But it’s been costing me sleep

A summer day scene

Turned a winter night’s dream 

I’ve been caught in-between 

Blazing heat & solid snow

Pockets elbow deep

I’m lacking change there’s only hope

Broke with a billion dreams

Barely any sleep

Never been this deep in water

Dealing with a shallow wallet

Contemplating superficial thoughts 

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I hope this doesn't sound too insulting, but your narrator sounds like a loser! I don't mean that as a put-down about your writing. In fact, it takes a vivid imagination to paint a word picture that incites a strong negative response like this! As an old biddy myself, I would see this jerk coming a mile away. But alas, so many hopeful young women would be taken by his zippy rhymes & what seems to be self-effacing apologies, but I don't buy this routine. This guy would be hitting Tender the day after his own wedding (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie