Brewed

[OxygenPlant]

A room that is cluttered,

empty and my own.

The days have faded,

and my conscience grown.

 

I think of you and always

sullen I seem

When all I have is wonder

without the bliss of dream.

 

You find yourself without me,

in a house that often creaks.

She has a wilted manner,

and words she inwardly speaks.

 

You still continue to rattle,

shake and recede.

Without her as your leaning post,

you can only plead.

 

"Take me and behold,

the things I have for you.

Mirrors and falsities,

things seldom true."

 

I have but one direction,

today you may see.

The thing I truely want from you,

is for you to set me free.

Edited January 2, 2008 by OxygenPlant