Sunday 6 May 2007

WAY OUTSIDE

Net curtains fluttering in the breeze,
Wind whistling through the trees,
Outside,
Way outside.

Radio playing all the old songs,
That’s where my heart belongs,
Outside,
Way outside.

In the past, nothing ever lasts,
My today will be tomorrow’s past,
Freedom, no way, my life is cast,
Outside,
Way outside.

Out of reach, I have no goal,
Ambitions long gone, life’s taken it’s toll,
Outside,
Way outside.

Where the air is cool and dark and lonely,
There will be me and my soul only,
Outside,
Way outside.

That’s okay, I like it that way,
For terrible things now I must pay,
Outside,
Way way outside.

Allison M

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi allison,
just like to let you know that your poetry regarding depression, really hit home to me. It is as if someone had climbed inside my head and unscrambled the mess i have there. Thank you for sharing your inner most feelings and please continue to put them on line, if only just for me to know that there is one other person out there, living with this most invisible of illnesses.
Regards
judith
judithdonovan@yahoo.co.uk