Stalemate

The writing on the wall
it speaks to - me
it's just to you, I thought,
life hasn't fitlered through - and yet you,
haven't got a clue, it's all my,
fault for being so long
and lasting
feeling arms flailed out
I'm fasting.

Now it's far too late, I realise
like winos with the shakes,
I'm suffering.
Without my mind so tied
I'm losing
touch with all that's real, and nearby.
Dreams and hopes and life, have gone bear
to me you're not so clear, I see now.

With or without the tears, I'm suffering.
You wouldn't understand, I let you,
go without the thoughts I hold so.
Living in the past, it's pained me
Now I can move on - no stalemate.