Untitled Ii Poem by Michael Murphy

these eyes of mine stare endlessly
into what some might call my fantasies
theoretically speaking I've been on my knees,
begging someone please..take this pain from me
It's like imaginary bars that are closing in,
if I could rewind time I would start over again
If I had one last chance I would not pretend,
I would give it my all til the very end..
I envy those whom have no regrets,
I am in awe of those who can just forget
for I hold onto every little scar I get,
and I pick at the scab so it bleeds again
when i dream it's the seldom time I am ever free,
for all the love I've lost is returned to me
maybe someday it will become reality..
ohh that would be nice guess I'll wait and see
my soul is ice cold and my heart has been broke,
my brain's gone insane and my life is a joke
My will, it just won't.. i lost all hope
I can barely breathe and I lost all hope
everyone that ever meant a thing to me
has somehow become a memory
photographs from the past are the only thing I have left
so comforting