I’m still here
At the old coffee shop,
Sippin’ on the same cup,
Breakfast on the same menu.
I’m still here
On the brown couch,
Sippin’ on the cold tea,
Dinner on the same menu.
I’m still here
Under the colorful blanket,
Starring at the television,
Waiting for the show to start.
I’m still here
Sitting in my car,
Listening to some music,
Waiting for the car to start.
I’m still here
Same time, same place.
So when you’re ready for me,
You know I’m still here.
I’m sorry,
But I still can’t move.
Maybe I can,
Just not by myself.
Wow, you’re poetry lately has been REALLY good! Heartwrenching and yet still noble in a way. The sense of space you create in the poems is beautiful, nostalgic, and works very well to set the feeling of the poem. Images you create have a way of sticking with the reader, replaying in their minds. Thats an amazing gift. Keep up the good work! :D
Dalam keadaan sulit, puisimu jadi makin tajam nich. Irama/lagu blues juga lahir dari suasana perbudakan yang menyiksa, ya!? Bravo, Chris!
There’s an old saying: “Inspiration comes from the strangest place”, and in this particular season that ’strangest place’ would be my heart…the wounded part of it…thanks for the comments, all!