Scribbled Thoughts

Inject sugar

to walk their

energy away

while yours

left

hours ago

and restless naps

only

sap it more.

Calculate your time

and value it

by others’ status

of rest.

Work through relaxation

and earn more.

Seems fair.

Wake to

a forgotten task

meant to refresh

but feels

like another weight added.

Repeated routine

will help,

familiar and easy,

until you can face

what’s to come.

Greet me

with a pile of filth

waiting to be ignored

or exhumed.

What option

can my

conscience

live with?

Dangle a hope

for peace

then lock it

away

behind profit

beyond you.

Why would you

expect

anything different?

Sleep away nature

and watch

your body

turn backwards,

not understanding

if it’s active

or seeking dormancy.

What option

gives more hope?

Resonate

with my soul

of fifteen years ago,

remembering

those times

when concepts

and words

ignited my heart

and explained

what living really is.

Swipe and delete

over and over

a month’s worth

of updates

that you ignored

and overlooked.

Why have them at all

when they are

so easily

dismissed?

Teach you habits

that are forgotten,

sapping away

good intentions

and leaving behind

bad tempers

and guilt.

Cursing my soul

with his eyes,

the pressure of being seen

burning away skin

and exposing

all the raw,

all the wrong,

all of me.