The Lord and the Lady

Written in 1999

I sit and stare at a window
That almost seems to stare back;
I don't see what's out there,
Just the glass and sun streaks.
There is no sound in my ears,
No feeling in my fingertips.
Sit... and stare.
It doesn't bother me
To be alone in here,
I'm alone everywhere else.
Sometimes, it's better that way,
Being left alone with my thoughts
And my imagination.
I get more done that way,
And my mind is better company
Than any of those bafoons out there
Could ever dream to be.
My thoughts don't judge me,
Don't tell me my ideas are dumb;
They are always enthusiastic,
Unlike any humans I know,
Those wastes of space
Who look down on each other;
The lord and the lady look down on you,
And what you do to me and my thoughts
Is coming back to you soon.

Author notes

Again, not one of the best poems I'd ever written. It actually bothers me right now to read it. But I wasn't the happiest person in the world back then, either, and was going through a lot of crap at the time. This is a perfect reflection of that.
Written February 27th, 2005