Blurred Thoughts

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.