May 11th, 1978
7:50 p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Cathy" Cathy poem
8 o'clock
Sun's going down
It's summertime again
I look out the window,
watch the world exist.
I'm in love
Again
This time I hope it's real
But all I get this time is hope
Hope?
The sky darkens
So my soul
I've been writing poetry lately
About Cathy
About Cathy
About Cathy
Cathy
An obsession?
A false dream waiting for me to
wake up
A prophecy?
Those damn questions never end.
Those damn answers never appear
Sun falls lackadaisically to the sea
My mind clouds with the liquor
Wish someone could make me stop this
I don't need this
I need
Cathy
Cathy - she can make me stop everything
Look into my eyes and say
"You're hurting yourself"
I could stop
I would
I need to
But
Why?
It's the only way I can forget
that she'll never need me.
copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri
