Outside

On the outside again, seems like I'm always looking in, Forced to only watch, and just be the friend, Why am I always sticking out my neck?, I start out with hope, and , end up a total wreck, And, everytime I ask myself the same questions, And, find the same answers, and make the same admissions, And, reconcile myself to never do it again, Then my heart takes over, and shuts out my brain, And there I am again, looking through the window, Locked out and lonely, wishing, hoping, low, And, the lessons  I have learned should keep me from the brink, And, I'd quit walking into the wall, if I'd just stop and think, But, no, I'll quietly go out and seek another preety face, She'll tell me her life story, And, I'm lost without a trace, And, then she is gone, and, it takes weeks, and months, and years, To rid myself of memories, and dry up the tears, And, when the hurting stops, and it does'nt sting, I'll stupidly go out and look for another fling, And, it's over, and, over, this process is endless, And, by my own actions, I realize this game is winless, So, here I am again, outside, looking in, I guess this is me, the way I've always been, Deal with it, and, move on, that's good advice, Life is really just a toss of the dice, And, again, I watch Lady Luck walk away.......... Please CLICK HERE to forward comments on this poem to the poet Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 10:34 AM PST   0 • 1