My eyes are empty
as I stare at this machine,
soulless eyes gazing
at a soulless screen..
Time seems to pass,
I can’t feel it at all,
as hours pass by,
I wait for a call,
No not a call that
you’d get from a phone,
No one would expect that
When they sit all alone,
But a call from my soul,
to keep moving strong,
to push down the blame,
of what I did wrong,
And to leave it behind
to move on with my life,
to keep it is pointless;
it cut’s like a knife,
So onward I go,
letting go of the past,
never again to ponder
things that didn’t last,
Forward to the future,
into what I cannot see,
to struggle to put together
these pieces of me.