Scribbled Thoughts

Howl of distress

bubbles up frustration

and resentment,

tired eyes growing angry,

dimming love

and mixing hope

with hate.

Scavenge the shore

for debris of worth,

praying efforts are rewarded

while searching for truth,

but only the right truth,

whatever that might be.

Slip on memories

that claw at your brain,

digging deep with pain

and forcing you to stumble

to the truth.

A gentle distraction

can only do so much

for so long,

soon everything will snap

and you

will break with it.

Sleep away your sins,

your wasted time

a sign of redemption,

or so you hope,

dream of a time

when all was innocent

and ignore the mess

that can never be undone.

Recall the morning

because quality is at risk,

wasting hours of effort

in silent disgrace

and leaving the afternoon empty,

making the whole day

obsolete.

Mid-dark at midday,

the world tired

and longing for darkness

as validation to rest,

to hide,

to take a moment

and weep.

Demand the desire

and wonder if it’s lost

when requests are required

instead of the spontaneous thrill

that once belonged

within your bubbled world.

Silence with disappointment,

a harsh punishment

done without thought,

too wrapped up in your own dilemma

to realise the hurt it causes

or the doubt that sets

like cement.

Unexpected shift

to a planned day

begins with chaos

and sinks into

a monotone acceptance,

the rhythm uninspired

but familiar,

your hopes put on hold

for everyday needs.

Switch the facts

to lie about your input

and claim you are worth less

time and time again,

soon you will give up

and resign yourself

to becoming what they’re making you,

sitting down to relax

while their panic

rises from the consequences.