Scribbled Thoughts

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.

Mixed emotions

swirl and battle,

shifting your outlook

from helpful to grim,

content to helpless,

loving to exhausted.

Return to the longing

and false hope

you had finally

managed to escape,

but happiness was brief

and the process

begins again,

heart battered

but not broken enough

to stop.

Yet.

Shock of arrival

to inspect your worth

and proclaim

if you pass as human

or if you need

to study

and observe

before trying again.

Click to add quantity

and stumble on destination,

the task of replacing

growing harder

and only you

seem to care.

Trance of darkness,

a moment of stillness

to shut out

the overwhelming light,

hoping sometime away

will help

you remember

the right adjustment.

Plaided moments

make up your plans,

measuring your capabilities

through luck

and desperation.

Carve my popularity

into a rock,

its nature unchanging

except when it’s

defiled

by the surroundings,

causing it to shrink

and blend

into dirt.

The end of peace

enabled through movement

and sound,

its story complete,

leaving you alone

to find another

or remain stuck

in the moment.