There Inside The Scorching Sun
How do I figure it all out?
The way to be the man she needs me to be?
When love isn’t enough, where do you look to find the rest?
When your soul screams her name into what echoes like a void, how do you travel through the din of your own echoes?
When all that’s left is the typened word…,
Words bereft of the feelings I feel as I type them out.
Words that when read don’t carry the same tears I cried as they were typed.
Words that when I go back and look at them seem as if they were typed out in rote.
Words that won’t ever convey all the many things that lay inside my mind.
Words…
I’ve spent more than half my lifetime trying to fashion them into my feelings. Trying as I did to make them show the sense I see and the feelings I’ve felt.
All of them laid down in type as completely useless and unresolved.
And here in my desperation and want, in my never ending despondency, every word I’ve ever typed falls flat and pales under the light of the sun of all my realities.
~ The RegretfulDog
The way to be the man she needs me to be?
When love isn’t enough, where do you look to find the rest?
When your soul screams her name into what echoes like a void, how do you travel through the din of your own echoes?
When all that’s left is the typened word…,
Words bereft of the feelings I feel as I type them out.
Words that when read don’t carry the same tears I cried as they were typed.
Words that when I go back and look at them seem as if they were typed out in rote.
Words that won’t ever convey all the many things that lay inside my mind.
Words…
I’ve spent more than half my lifetime trying to fashion them into my feelings. Trying as I did to make them show the sense I see and the feelings I’ve felt.
All of them laid down in type as completely useless and unresolved.
And here in my desperation and want, in my never ending despondency, every word I’ve ever typed falls flat and pales under the light of the sun of all my realities.
~ The RegretfulDog
