Shotgun Congress

I went out and bought things,

they couldn't take your place.

I made myself so busy,

but couldn't keep the pace.

I ate 'til I was stuffed,

but still, I felt so empty.

I knew times would be tough,

but wasn't expecting so many.

How slowly time ticks by,

as I wait for mine to come.

How gracefully birds fly,

I wish that I was one.

I anticipate each night,

for you to visit in dreams.

Then I wake to the light,

a viscious world it seems.

I do all of these things,

but they don't bring you home.

I write down all these words,

but they're just a lifeless poem.