Scribbled Thoughts

Gaze upon the discarded

and wonder why it’s in sight,

why no one has whisked it away

to be forgotten

instead of becoming

your problem.

Resist for reward

but temptation is

too enticing,

breaking your resistance

for the brief moment

of pleasure

and a longer length

of punishment.

Was it worth it?

Fingers remember sound

and phantom play

their way to comfort,

a moment of absolute

as everything

begins to tilt.

The moment of bated silence

before stillness settles,

so routine no excuses are given,

yet the crushing end

still sucks all hope away

and there’s nothing to defend

against searching eyes

that refuse to look away

and let you keep pretending.

Secrets of your blood

reveal hidden sides

and unknown moments,

spelling out a written future

you want wiped away

to soak in a new you.

Whispered wings in silent flight

ghost through emotions

and stir nothing,

letting the soul slumber on

and risking no change

to this cold dance it plays.

Relay fears with vibrations,

pick up sounds

to understand  my world,

and the agony

of suffocating

when it all

falls silent.

Forgotten piece of self

leaves you outside,

hovering for entrance

by others

and realising your safe place

is not as accessible

as you always assumed,

nothing is what

you assumed.

Rhythm as a barrier,

sound waves vibrating

away vulnerability

and forming a muted outlook

that keeps you occupied,

but extends

your loneliness.

Prepare a sphere of protection

that expands and pulses

with shockwaves of pain,

warning all away

and destroying any

who dare step

within its boundaries.