Drooling Without Dementia
An empty page is so hard to resist
So virginal, it makes me drool
To expose my thoughts for the world to see
And confirm that I'm a fool
To lose my inhibitions, if you insist
I let my mind and my words roam free
The emptiness is snatched away
So suddenly, it mades me weep
To think of all that now is lost
Just makes me fall asleep
I'll dream then of another day
And calculate the massive cost
I have emptied out my soul to you
And yet you turn away and smirk
To add to my confused and addled state
I've read James Joyce's work
Which gives no motive to pursue
Yet half-wit scholars claim it's great
Contributors: | Beefy, F, smrtypnts, Karin, dok, N, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 20th September 2003. |