You’re Not Coming With Me

Now the roads are all deserted
What else can they be?
I’m walking this way alone
You’re not coming with me
Every light and sound has vanished
There’s nothing here to see
Even the moon has found a hiding place
Loneliness stings like a bee
The birds have found a shelter
In a mighty yet random tree
I can hear my own footsteps
While my shadow wishes to be free
All the faces are forgotten
I’m left with no memory
I’m tired of monologues
Tell me a different story
But I do remember how we used to
Discuss politics over a cup of tea
And you would also tell me tales about
This planet becoming a sea
Life isn’t my speciality
I know I’ve performed badly
I refuse to do whatever you ask me to
And I refuse you gladly
Now the roads are all deserted
What else can they be?
I’m walking this way alone
You’re not coming with me

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17 thoughts on “You’re Not Coming With Me

  1. Hi there. I like to think of myself as a poet and a writer, and I would just like to say that I love your poems, and I find I can honestly relate to them. Please keep writing.

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