graphicsman77

Alone

i ride home on a tiger
made of cheese;
yellow and striped with black mold
and when i am there
i am not alone.
Anguish and Grief
are my companions
Together
we talk for hours
about stupid stuff
like me and chivalry
and the way an autumn moon
brushes across your face.
Together
we mourn the days of life
that are past,
a menagerie of pain
and misunderstanding -
But as memories flood my mind,
a kaleidoscope of bitterness,
i must not allow
my soul to grow numb
for when i do
my friends are gone
and i am alone.