Dexterous Dreams Within A Desolate Crib

A Poem by Cahjli Symes

Once the party is over, you go back into the same old house full of emptiness.

Within the glory
Of me being lonely

I walk down the rode
Of vacancy
As my emotions
Tresspass against
Me

I'm not sad
Nor am i sorrow

I'm just in a faze
Within my lonely
Days

A open house
With an open mind
Leave the room
I left Behind

Why?
Am I shallow?
Or am I selfish?

I can't help it
In which I lay
Inside my bed

Hearing words of
The living dead
As these walls
Press against Me

In pure agony
I can't breath

As I'm stuck in
An open house
With no comfort

Alone at last
I wish to see
I ask no pitty

Just a soul
In my bed
For me to lay
My head

As roses are red
And I feel blue

I feel empty knowing
I'm not with you

Close for comfort
Age of consent
Forever being lonely
I truly resent