A little bit of mellow dramatic poetry
To go home and sit in an empty flat waiting to watch,
the world crumble at my feet.
Wanting nothing – not knowing why,
not even to eat, dream or sleep.
Insomnia eats away at my thoughts,
the sentence ends.
Looking for timezones,
when they wake – my MSN friends.
Internet and wordpress,
Facebook just another dead end.
Still your reading this,
so leave me a comment and help me stop rhyming.
For there’s nothing worse…….
Than an unfinished poem.