Scribbled Thoughts

Offer my soul,

it’s all I have left

to prove

you are worth more

then any form

of eternity.

Message my clearance

so the next stage

can begin.

Let me understand

how to reach out

so I can settle into

moving forward.

Calculate

for the lacking

and be surprised

when more is presented,

providing room to

breathe

and shut your eyes,

letting the darkness

comfort you.

Postpone

dropping positivity

into the evidence

of the year.

Why do you hesitate?

Is the positive

that hard to

celebrate now?

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.