Scribbled Thoughts

Pain of body

in a confusing cycle,

out of synch,

lacking respect,

no longer caring

about the mind

attached.

Never solid

but still

a constant flashing,

highlighting another problem

or signalling the end

of trying?

It’s too hard to tell

anymore.

Activate the bleeding

of colour

and enter

black and white,

does the task

seem more

bearable now?

Unexpected appearance

to offer some relief,

their competence

so refreshing

that you begin

to hope

the future

isn’t so bleak

after all.

Misplace time

but continue tasks

and hope

the difference

will work itself out

and the bubble outside

that moment

won’t leave

a ripple

or echo.

Fog of exhaustion,

mind too tired

to conjure imagination.

Sleep is not resting,

so how

do we revive

ourselves?

Label

and pretend

stale is fresh,

not left

unattended

and hardened overnight.

Turn a blind eye

to the issue

and it will

disappear

in a cloud

of disappointment.

An empty circle,

or does it contain

a smile.

Does it flash briefly

or boldly solidify,

proclaiming

the time is now.

Hide your emptiness

with interests

you are genuine about

but you know

should not be

as important

as they are.

You were hoping

to serve another role.

Touch

and turn to petals,

my burnt reflection

who lost her way,

waiting for an end

but never knowing

who wanted it more,

you or them.