The Lights are on, but Nobody Home Poem, by Alfred Peyer, at My poetic side

There are days when

The saying ‘The lights are on,

But nobody home’

Applies perfectly to

My state of mind

I drive a familiar route

Close to home

Without having a clue

Afterwards

Of what just happened

I find myself wandering

Into the bedroom

Just to stand there

Without any idea

Why I came here

Or how about the times

When that one word

Or maybe a name

Is tauntingly hovering

Just outside consciousness

Never mind the hours spent

Looking for shopping lists

Keys, wallet, and other stuff

Temporarily or forever forfeited

To the big black hole

The lights are on

I am still breathing

But my mind must have

Gone for a walk

In the country side

No need to worry

It will be back

In full force

Before the lights

Turn off for good

Comments +

Goldfinch60 November 5th, 2019 01:55
This is so true at our age Fred.
orchidee November 5th, 2019 02:40
Maybe it's gone on holiday? When will it be back?!
Poetic Dan November 5th, 2019 23:31
Glad it wondered onto this page!

Great stuff
Saxon Crow February 13th, 2020 05:29
I am there as well. Well at least I think I am. What was the question?!

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The Lights are on, but Nobody Home