May be at a loss, and be in confusion and suspense; or if pushing on daringly, may be easily destroyed

Though the gas tank stood at Empty,
     I drove for many miles.
Though every sign said Last Exit,
     I knew of printed lies.
Though I came to a Dead End,
     I knew I should press on.
Though I had nowhere to go,
     I felt I’d done no wrong.

Though I wanted money’s freedom,
     I always worked for free.
Though I hoped for chests of treasure,
     I always lost the keys.
Though I needed much attention,
     I always ran and hid.
Though I clamored for affection,
     I always lost the winning bid.

Though I knew you’d always love me,
     even after we were through.
Though I knew I’d always miss you,
     even if it seems untrue.
Though I knew we’d always have these,
     memories of futures lost.
Though I know there’s no forevers,
     I couldn’t pay the costs.

May be at a loss, and be in confusion and suspense; or if pushing on daringly, may be easily destroyed

5 thoughts on “May be at a loss, and be in confusion and suspense; or if pushing on daringly, may be easily destroyed

        1. oh, lord, yeah. rarely are these first-person poems “me”, per se – just a mask i’m wearing to develop a piece’s conceit or accentuate some thing or another. (thanks for asking 🙂 ).