Scribbled Thoughts

Spoken words

no longer heard,

the sound so familiar

they lost all meaning,

as did the person

who utters them.

Perhaps silence

is the only way forward now.

Begin away

and notice whether it helps

to pretend,

see a different life

and decide if yours has value,

what will you do if it doesn’t?

Pack away the important

to move for a little while,

pretend to live somewhere different

and experience a similar mundane

that will revitalise

and stir

your world into action.

Gaze at the past

through a captured picture

and wonder if the future

was something they would have wanted.

Would they have still smiled

if they knew

or run away

to a different alternative

even if it meant

more pain.

Breathe the relief

of success

but intake the guilt

for those who failed.

You can move on,

live,

but they remain,

stuck and unchanging.

Frustration simmers

into tired acceptance,

too weary to continue

but too hurt to forget.

Move forward with quiet injustice,

hoping it will be addressed

or simply disappear.

The glass of memories

unlock the pain of bonds.

Cherish them in renewance,

praying never to lose them again,

even if the hurt destroys you,

even if you choke

on the guilt

of living

while they rot

in the ground.

Keep silent as they discuss

the mystery you’re the key to,

hear their unfiltered solutions

to a problem you present

while annoynomous,

then watch as realisation

clouds judgement

and emotions

reform everything they know.

Target and blame

to keep up the bitter,

drown in your resentment

and watch those you envy

swim away,

laughing,

finally free from you.

Anticipate the break

from everyday,

still a week away

but with a clear countdown

in sight,

soon you can escape,

soon you can pretend.