What a waste...

Here I sit, what the fuck is going on?
Everything and nothing.
I'm not a poet, so cut to the chase,
That's all there is to it.

They say there's room for you
As the door slams shut.
A simple plea for acceptance
And the sky falls to the floor,
And you stand alone again.

The darkness is overwhelming
Yet it is soothing to the soul.
It scares you away
Yet it is so inviting.

The road stretches into nothing.
A town of locked doors
Closed blinds
Broken glass
And shattered dreams.

The clouds shade the darkness,
Masking reality once again.
They crowd the sky
But reality breathes strong.
A swift blow
And the sky clears
For the world to crash down.

Sitting in a leather chair,
Reading in the dark,
Reading to see the light.

We're all dying to live,
Yet we live to die.
What a waste...

- Dan MacMartin (10-20-98)

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