Scribbled Thoughts

Your body remembers

what normal is,

and what happened

has faded

into nothing,

with only you

clinging on

to the edge,

preventing it

slipping completely

into the end.

Twenty four hours awake,

brain fueled on sugar

and desperation

to forget sleep

and squeeze in action,

hoping it will

fix everything

and you can rest,

one day.

Prepare through the night

and vanish

before the rest wakes,

greatful your work

is seen

but you will happily

be at home,

asleep or relaxed

and away from

anymore demands.

Mark those

for the end

but leave the label off,

so they know

their time is short

but no one else can see

and adjust accordingly.

Desecrate the path

to their start

and leave it

without a thought,

knowing it won’t hurt you

and not caring

what it does

to others.

Block the way

of the priority

and ignore

your audacity,

too self-absorbed

to realise

others exist.

Reset progress

to hide a victory

over and over,

but stubbornness will win

and you’ll be

acknowledged,

someday.

Take away the familiar

to expand on the demands

and hope they grow accustomed

to the change they wanted

when losing

what they did not expect

to miss.

A bland flavour

irritates the tongue

and disturbs a temple,

now throbbing with disappointment

and the weary knowledge

less energy has been gained

than what was needed.

Childhood influence

to form a loved gem,

expanding to others

and sharing your secret

so maybe

memories will become relevant

and everyone

will understand

the wonder

and awe.