I'M SCARED OF BEING ALONE

I’m scared of being alone

I am scared of being alone,

I know I have the TV, I know I have the phone,

It’s you I want, not email, not text

I want you and you alone

I’m scared of losing you,

Scared we won’t work out

We‘ve failed before

Filled with each others doubt

The time is right

The time is now

Let’s grasp it while we can

We both deserve some happiness

And a decent tan!

A holiday, some time for us

Leave the rest behind

They’ll still be there

When we are back

And hopefully they’ll find

Two people much in love

Like hero’s coming home

The Past, as memories

And neither of us, alone

So now all that is left

Fills me with bereft

I slam the piano keys

Dear God I’m on my knees

I pray, pray and pray

That I’ll never be another’s prey

Your silly tunes

Upon those keys

Had me singing in tune

The ebony and ivory

Oh you so hated, loathed the rivalry

A rivalry so raw

So new

You knew!

You blew

Yet you would not bow out

Instead you shouted out

“You are mine!”

“My divine”

“My melody”

“You are my everything!”

“The clothes you wear”

“Your hair”

“It’s all mine!”

You hollered

Like you had me collared

Strapped in a strapless bodice

“Why did you not notice?”

The unhappiness that resided

Yet you never minded!

The silent tears

The silent fears

And now it is time to go it alone

Facing the unknown

Bringing myself back to my home

My home that I knew and loved

Be what I want to be

See all there is to see

See who I want to see

And maybe, just maybe

The real you is out there for me

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

1^st November 2014

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MY POEM 'FEELING THE BLUES' came 5th in a poetry comp

FEELING THE BLUES

Heck I maybe feeing the blues

But here comes the cues

Hit the music

And dance away the blues

Hit the despair, hit the sadness

The dejection, the rejection

Oh give it some more injection

Chase it, race it

Oh dash it, crash it and bash it

Right on the head

Doesn’t matter what part

The skull, the bounce and the bonce or noodle

Or whatever you call it

This has got to go

Right out of my head

Not giving it the power

The control, the dominance

The influence, the guidance

The only guidance that is happening

Right now the guidance is

To dance

To sing, swing, stretch and bounce

Leap and jump

Get on these toes

Pull it back

Push it to the highest limits

Shout out loud

Ear-splitting, piercing scream

Let it all go

Every single woe

Go, go, go!

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

2^nd July 2012

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