Scribbled Thoughts

Trapped in a room

where you ended everything,

hoping for the final freedom.

But now you’re eternally stuck,

unable to forget,

unable to leave,

unable to change anything

anymore.

Distant spy

watching your unknowing

innocence enjoy dreamland,

alone in the house

but unaware,

the threat of panic

unable to descend

as you slumber on

in ignorance.

Comfort viewed through

a critical eye,

the mess of the happy

no longer good enough

when others may witness it.

Scrub to pretend

you’re someone you’re not,

all to avoid whispers

and the dread

of being judged.

Shadowed visits

to quell the resentment,

yet it’s too dark

to explain the hurt

hidden in the moment.

Will it be dismissed now,

left to dwell

within your heart

until sorrow weighs

too heavy and limbs

cannot be forced to move.

Convenient coatstand

to throw all your concerns on

without looking,

how long will it take

you to notice

it’s no longer there?

All your problems

are now a growing pile

on the floor.

Aching resolve

struggles to surface,

longing to lay down

and forget all

the responsibilities waiting,

that others left behind

and you must carry.

Who will pick them up

if you’re too weak to?

Entanglement of the lost

delving deeper into overgrown

and witnessing scenes

no other have seen,

but too panicked to marvel

at the knowledge,

only desperate

to get out.

Dirty boots

seek the wet

to coat more slime

and hide the coat of innocence,

once the undeniable feature

of the monster beneath.

Release it all in music

bare your being

and stand vulnerable,

waiting for judgement,

waiting for the answer,

and watch as they respond with tears

pulling you in for comfort

and releasing you into

a brighter future.

Tremors of sound

signal a promise of protection,

form a sphere

to envelop your soul

and bounce off vibrations

to strengthen  your resolve.

I am here, always,

to begin the song.