Cross Press

Across the landscape of a terrified emotion,
Feeling much more than anticipated,
I streak through with little more than my own naïvety
Until I'm caught between myself and you....
And what of the world that deteriorated
When the stars all fell from the screen?
What of the hopes of the young
And the memories of the old?
What of the "could've-beens" and "should've-beens"?
And where are the friends that promised
To stand by through thick and thin?
Where are they all now?
I witness no more for all that was
Is not now and never shall be again.
Loneliness is all that's there.
As I reach into my bag of tricks
Nothing remains... alone....