Scribbled Thoughts

Slice further

then intended

and splatter crimson

on a cloth of failure,

ending the day

on medicore

and a week of freedom

on half-complete.

Taste the bland

of the overworked

and disappoint

everyone with

half-results,

especially

yourself.

Block the path

to a sanctuary

with an attitude

of want

and cynicism.

I will not stop,

I will not

be blocked.

Breathe in honesty

and taste the salt

of the endless.

Can you produce

a happy moment

to carry

into tomorrow?

A moment

is all it takes

for everything

to leave,

for you to become

unrecognisable

but unable to go back,

unable to change

your fate.

The past of pain

whispers in your present,

and you decide

not to hide anymore.

Coax it into

a louder volume

and squash it down

so it can

never hurt you

again.

Did you remember

the feeling

of childhood dreams,

burned long ago

with your changing body?

Can’t you rekindle

a different flame,

and reclaim

those goals

of reaching

the stars?

Decide

not to wait

and take action

now the moment

has been dangled before you.

Moving

is better

then giving up.

Stand up

and walk forward.

Change the plan

so rushing

is all that’s left.

Does it make

the anticipation worse?

Or will you be relieved

it all ends

sooner?