Here I am

A broken shell of who I used to be

A desolate shack down a dark alleyway

Which sun has tried to puncture, then abandoned 

Why does it seem like everywhere I turn

Leads me back to where I started?

On my bed, wishing things were better

The sunset outside dimming, stifled by blinds

And incessant mental noise

I live nowhere and belong to no one

A floater left for undecided winds

A floater, where will I be taken next?

Finally out of these city slums

And into your heart?

I feel like everyday I put on a show

Like the true dancer I am 

I try to cling to spotlight like a desperate acrobat

Spin around, watch how my limbs move

Sometimes the pure white light escapes me

And I look you dead in the eyes

With no snark comments, no more tricks ready to leave my lips

Can’t you see? I want you to caress my hand

And tell me that it’s okay to hold intermission for a while

I am wounded, soldier

I’m about to float away

Pop me and hold me closely

I’m tired from day to day

Make me forget about myself

I’m throwing my life away but still

You stay as my last desire

Does that mean anything to you?

When I am a tumbleweed brushing by

I look to you for a small smile
Save me from myself

Bring this starving poet back to life