i miss you, missing me misery's company hasn't been comforting or sitting with me comfortably something sweet's, always the desire i'm tired, i'm wired losing count of sheep as they no longer leap, over the wire or over the fence that barricades my home, that ain been the same since & since you been gone, i been aimless aiming all wrong, ashamed; pacing, making the same dents in the pavement, braving the cold, & the raining i'm getting old, when does this game end not complaining, still when will i know i don't know, what i know, i've just been guessing my answer's been suggestions to multiple questions my poems are confessions to my depression as lessons get thrown towards the exit where hope is shown, in that direction light sheds its cloak, from the smoke of solitude by the time you approach tears are gone, fears are gone, like nothing's wrong... i salute