Teddy.15

My Nevada

 

I was twenty-seven year’s old

my spark gone

I couldn’t see anything

lost all hope in love

was drowning

in my very own

sin city

 

I remember the day

and the hour

my alarm clock died willingly

 

I felt nothing

I didn’t notice

every day was the same

 

dark

cold

empty

lonely

 

I pinned myself

to a billboard

on Fremont street

but nobody noticed

 

a million tiny lights

and I still didn’t shine

 

someone, once told me

If I wanted to touch the Sun

I’d have to dance naked

on the desert sand

so I did

    but still…

 

I never did touch it.