Scribbled Thoughts

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.

Season of death

litters with beautiful,

fluttering bodies

descend on your path

and line the way forward

into the land of cold.

Relax into exhaustion

and jolt away

by others’ laziness,

forcing you to rise

and carry on

when there’s nothing

left to give.

Leave me to harden

overnight

so I may strike back

when others bite into me,

I’ll cut their mouth

and cause a lasting hesitation

everything they feel

I can claim

their stress

so they will be free.

Self portrait of noise

paints a confusion of notes

and flows together

a life of rhythm

no one else can play

but long to hear.

Angry words

jolt you from standby,

mind now alert

for threats you don’t understand,

yet guilt and indignation

rise to respond

before a reply

is even uttered.