Saturday, October 22, 2011

I know you’re not the answer

I know you’re not the answer,
I know you’re not the answer,
Black and blue, forty different hues,
Oh love, oh god, oh ...

Black nights, grey mornings,
Walking into doors and falling,
Clutching, weeping, tight false smiles,
Life is more than little white lies.

That’s the hope at least,
As I know you’re not the answer.
How can you be the answer?
Oh love, oh god, oh ...

Heaven help the fool,
Who looks in the mirror,
And self-deludes,
Who frets and forgets and fails to regret.

Mostly.

I know you’re not the answer.
I’ll never have an answer.


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Rob - This is wonderful! It hits hard, it's so well-put together and what a story. Thank you for sharing.