Scribbled Thoughts

22:59

Dead pieces of myself

wrap around the living parts,

tugging, growing tighter,

restricting movement

and ambitions

with the reminder

of what’s to come.

22:58

Ripples from the other

side of life

waver into your path,

causing tremors of fear,

echoes of hope,

moments of certainty.

22:57

Separation is natural

components drift away.

Change and disperse,

the heavier sinking

while the light is left

weightless, groundless.

Shake the world into

chaos, confusion,

and watch the particles

reunite, no longer sure

who they are.

22:56

Trundle, trundle to a crawl

creeping slowly to the stop,

dawdle on and prevent the cease,

too conscious of the end

when motion fades.

22:55

Ripples I create

dancing ahead of me,

marking my path

to glide through

or flounder in.

22:54

A day of luxury

to mark a celebration

where a life-altering event

happened to someone else.

22:53

A prison without walls

is unique and inescapable.

You’re trapped but moveable,

each day that slips by

your reflection becomes a stranger.

Limbs grow hard to move,

a foreign object you’re

forgetting how to operate.

Soon words become senseless noise

and communication impossible.

Eyes gaze out at a world

they can’t enjoy,

from a prison

you can never leave.

22:52

Absent offering is felt

more than a physical presence.

Its heavy atmosphere

settles in the air

and accompanies you

through the day,

through everything.