Scribbled Thoughts

Sleep to meet

the negative perception

that shakes

your normal day,

infecting what’s real

with fears of rejection

and a cold

ending

that can’t melt

with waking.

Clam your mind with salt

and observe the joy

of the innocent

rubbing into sand

and chasing

wild liquid

to taste freedom

and love.

Choose

between the survival

of you

or your ideal world,

one you won’t get to see

but will know can exist

as long as you

are gone

before it begins.

Army of one

who, no matter what you do,

will disappoint

and face

the angry wanting,

because you cannot

split yourself

into many.

String along

a perfect line

that you can

skip over

side to side.

Which one is better?

Who knows.

Does it matter?

Wait to be deemed

worthy of permanent

and have them

stall again and again,

knowing you can do

nothing but hope

and remain loyal

until the moment

they throw you away.

Steal my remains

to watch the

warring emotions

of those left behind,

are they relieved

that the grief can be hidden?

Or dismayed

it can no longer

be concealed within?

Run to distraction,

unable to fulfil

the nagging for speed

when pauses are needed

to bend for others,

but at least

you’re not alone.

Rush to deliver

and hope it reaches

with more affection

than the thought

put into it,

too distracted with

exhaustion

to plan ahead further.

Remake the announcement

or watch the dedicated

wither into despair,

the anticipation dying

but trying to remain content

with the treasure

they’ve already been given.