Scribbled Thoughts

Cut away the old and frayed,

split with experience

but condemned as weak,

infecting the healthy, strong and new

who have already arrived

to replace your wisdom.

Small young life

cold and gone,

leaving a shell

no one wants to acknowledge

due to the possibilities it presents

for our own demise.

Already we experienced more

and were not safe

from the fate you found.

It will end,

and people will pass by

and forget.

Wake to time

that seems vast,

full of potential,

but complete familiar movements

and watch it disappear,

just the way it usually does

when you rush

and struggle to fit all in.

Which way is better

in the end?

Good intentions causing harm,

undermining a chance

and sidelining potential growth,

yet the sincere wish to help

makes you smile

and express thanks

while you sink back

into the shadows.

Sky’s wash

soaks your protection

and drips away impurities,

leaving behind

a fresh start

but a cold heart.

Provoke the presentation

to increase stress

and resentment,

slash and pile

until all is buried

and you stand on top

of a fallen empire,

wondering where

it all went wrong.

Plan with the news

and organise a life

that offers breathing room

but more work,

yet other plans are in motion,

cutting off the opportunity

and closing in

so only shallow intakes

can be grasped

until you black out

from lack of oxygen.

Seal eyes shut

with sticky illness,

closing them from morning

unless you pry the lids apart,

too vulnerable to face the day

but too responsible to hide away

and let the darkness

feel sorry for you.

Ringing and throbbing,

a constant ache you can’t ignore

and can’t fall into oblivion

to avoid,

sit as nothing,

worthless and wasteful,

waiting for relief

that refuses to visit.

Survival choices

depending on a click,

so pay attention

and feel the pressure

before I crawl out of your mind

and reveal the real reason

you like to watch me suffer,

you like to be a God.