Words Unspoken

Praying To Stay

written by: Jesson Rata

A blank canvas I see in front of me

Thinking of things to paint on thee

As I prepare the paints, the brushes, the can full of water

I remember the necklace, the watch, the ring that I order

For who you ask? No, not for her

Days and nights have already passed, why do I even bother?

With the brush in my hand I stroke

Painting the blank canvas with colors that spoke--

Of memories and fantasies all dreaming of hope

All of it vanished, evaporated, the story ended once I awoke

Is this really happening? The time stood still

A pause for a moment where everything's occurring for real

A glimpse of something, for years of yearning

Amazed by the revelation of new beginning 

The clock strikes, back to reality once again

Realizing that in this chair, restricted, I remain

I know I'm not insane, sometimes it's hard to explain

This is slowly killing me, accumulated pain I complain

That is it. I'm done. Nothing more I can take

I want to go back to sleep, I'm tired of this world of fake

As I count sheep, preparing to blast away

I can't seem to remember what I did today