Here's a little poem i wrote this morning...can anyone relate

Coming Unglued

I've spent the day and half the night sitting in this chair
Searching for a friend or two...there's always someone there
Maybe I'm just nosey but I don't think that's the case
It's just that I am lonely...and this is my safe place.

I check up on my neighbours who come from far and wide
to talk about all topics...we've smiled...we've laughed...we've cried
I grab myself a bite to eat and bring it to the screen
I swipe the crumbs up in my hand...to keep my space here clean.

What keeps me here...won't let me leave for even just an hour?
If I'm gone for twenty...it's when I'm in the shower!
What is it that I'm feeding on...a loss? A friend? A mood?
Am I going crazy? Without you would I brood?

My jammies and my coffee...Gee, who could ask for more?
But why am I afraid to step, beyond my own front door?
Because...I am addicted to a friend without a face?
Who likes me unconditionally, here in my own place

It's time I get a grip on life and do some other things
It's time I take the scissors and cut these apron strings
So if I'm on the missing list..I'm really not being rude
I'm trying to break this addictive chain...I'm trying to come unglued!

chick

[ November 17, 2005, 03:19 PM: Message edited by: chickadee ]