Scribbled Thoughts

Run with a voice

and jump to be noticed,

inflicting pain so they don’t forget,

recall you with negative thoughts

but in their minds you linger

and for now

that’s enough.

Constant need

for validation,

for attention,

for want want want.

Can you take a moment

to pause

or will you combust

with empty anxiety?

Send a message

from a ghost.

You chased me for years

to deny my end,

burning words of doubt

to keep me alive.

Here’s my reply:

Let me rest,

let yourself live.

Hate the words you form

but cleanse your hurt

with their release,

hidden on a page

no one reads

but waiting for all time

to be acknowledged

and remembered.

The time between

a new interest

and the lingering addiction

stretches with no purpose,

waiting for inspiration

to grip and

begin anew.

Travel to the edge

for the scent of salt

and the grit of sand,

toss around the leftovers

and watch the joy of innocence

run to the end

and beyond.

Crack from the heat

and split to spill

the steam of revival,

leaking away energy

lost before the day

has even begun.

Reach the goal

and stumble to a stop,

too exhausted to celebrate

and already seeing

the next starting line

waiting to be crossed.

No time for rest,

no time for you.

Prepare and pre-decide

someone else’s choices

to save time,

eliminating the quiet moment

for decision

but still wondering

why they seem overwhelmed

and long to escape

into shadows.

Remember a decision

that defined a moment,

ready to change your world

but fading into inaction

and entering the realm of regret.

Can you pick it up again?