Alfred Ramos

Rookie (3-2-1945 / California)

Conversaton With Myself - Poem by Alfred Ramos

Sitting like a statue on the shelf
My heart aches for company
Tonight I met the woman of my dreams
But I was only sleeping
I knew when I awakened she would be gone
Now I’m talking to myself till dawn
I search deep into my soul and find emptiness
A river of tears run down my the crevices of my cheeks
More proof that no answer will appear
Now dreams don’t raise my spirit
They tease me like a silver tongue devil
So what do I say to myself?
Get off the shelf and bend some rules
Stop living the life of a fool
Clear the mirror of unwanted fog
See myself for who I really am
Fill my mind with healthy thoughts
And stop talking to myself

Comments about Conversaton With Myself by Alfred Ramos

  • (1/29/2008 2:59:00 PM)

    I liked this, smiled a bit, found it an interesting read. I'm glad I stumbled over it.



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  • (12/31/2007 7:55:00 PM)

    Perhaps it is loneliness that hurts humans the most.
    Hope at the end was quite surprising.
    I liked that it was hope with effort.: -)

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  • (12/27/2007 6:58:00 PM)

    be-yootiful! That was great. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2008

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