Ignoring the second part of the first line, I really like this poem.
© 2007 Daftrabbit
Coffee and endless fags Twenty four hour news Silent telephones Thinking about when to draw the curtains Books and computers Junk mail Not being bothered to eat Awake all night Listening for the door Wondering if you’re in her thoughts Frightened that she might hate you Regretting all your foolishness Cursing your malfunctioning soul Not knowing what to say Unable to put things right Trying not to care But caring more than words can show Writing unread poems
Like two ships on a becalmed ocean, Waiting for the wind and tide, To take them to shore, Or into separate and uncharted waters
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