Scribbled Thoughts

Arrival of confusion,

a familiar state

that it shouldn’t be surprising,

but still the irritation

and indignation

stain the day

and all the plans

for after.

Welcome the new,

despite their inexperience

the hope is alive

and enough to keep

dark thoughts

and futures

at bay.

Putrid liquid

decorates the morning,

welcoming back

a lack of sleep and

a lack of appreciation

for what you have to

accomplish.

Today

I was supposed

to meet you,

hold you on the outside

and love you

with everything I am.

My pain is numb,

the dream too

far removed now

to feel

as though

it was ever

really going to happen.

That future is gone,

time moving on

into what-its

and regrets.

But I loved you.

I will always

love you.

Growing pressure of pain

so light becomes deadly

and movement impossible.

Just sink into darkness

and pray for nothing.

Stab and withdraw

to read my secrets

that even I don’t know,

tell me the truth

at last.

Wrestle towards

the chance

to cocoon into warmth,

away from familiar

and security

but a beginning

of a stand

for yourself.

Sneak through danger,

bush of concealment

lures you into false confidence

so the end

is swift,

full of pain

and regret.

The ranting field

whose intentions

never begin with anger,

but emotions

breeze into the air

and lift away,

leaving lighter hearts

and smoother brows.