so
please
don't ask

i
probably
know less then you

yes
it's
happening to me

but
i'd
really rather forget

i've
gone
over it a hundred times

and
it
never makes sense

and
i
doubt it ever will

so
please
don't ask

i'm tired
dead on my feet
but sleep won't come

like the ghosts of charles d
my thoughts
of past mistakes
present problems
future worries
parade thru my mind

i try to avoid them
but like
machines
of
fate
they
roll on unabated

too noisy to ignore
too relentless to avoid

but calm will come
and with it sleep
it must

tears should be falling
but stoically i refuse
but why, no response

downtime
waiting
i hate it

things to do
places
frozen i sit

waiting
for someone
something

are they coming
will they ever come
waiting

like a kid
on a trip
are we there yet

time both
flies
stands still

downtime
waiting
i hate it

this post isn't really poetic
it done to test something out
so if you expect a limerick
just go somewhere and just pout

it's evening
and it's raining
a noisy rain
big drops hitting the sidewalk
the neighbors garbage can
an annoying rain

i've heard the same sounds
with joy
with laughter
or just ignored it

but
tonight
i'm annoyed

my mood is bleak enough
it does not need
to be accompanied

especially by sounds
that remind
of better times

Gone, but forgotten?
Mind. body, heart in disagreement
Gone. relief or pain

I wait silently
I listen for the music
But the mind is mute

I must hear it
Inside of me
Before it can be voiced

But all I hear is silent

As if my mind is stuck
Stuck inside
A grand pause

But I am never with out my music for long
It will return
It always has

It must return
For I
And my music
Are one

The winds howl and swirl
No longer full force
But bad enough

Many did not survive it
But it's main fury spent
It still trudges on

We see only a taste
A shadow of it's power
But that is enough

Position is everything in life
In this case
It is life