Scribbled Thoughts

Expend energy

before it recharges,

hoping tiredness

will chase away anxiety

and let the rest

of your world sleep

in peace.

Calculating a failure,

an admittance of defeat,

ready to end that chapter

and rekindle an old plan,

hoping that will be successful

a second time around.

Surely.

Shut down the progress

to scream a need

for rest,

for respect,

for a moment to feel

normal

and not just a tool

for everyone’s own safety.

Race your worth

and bash those

that threaten to better,

proving nothing but pain

and throwing everything

into ruin.

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.