Saturday 15 December 2012

Addiction

Ignored and unloved.
Upon the deepest love,
Feeling lonesome in this place called a nest.
To be one,
We must be connected.
Words become scarce,
Neglected.

Indulging on decadence in silence,
Passing time alone,
But yet there he is.
Staring upon his cold shoulder,
Memories of his silhouette,
Is what I remember.

Dozing off into the late night hours,
Only to find him up and about.
Waking up to laughter and shouting,
The stumbling sounds of disruption,
Disrespectful and insensibility.
Awaken by noise,
Anger lives within me now. 

Is this a dream I live upon?
Is this reality or is this a game?