on call

clik clak, the footsteps on the stairs
heavy on the heart, hate is in the air
not much of my soul left here, if any at all
the escape route not known, the calling uncalled
i long to leave, dare not to risk
brave to think, actions cowardice
a career path taken
and then resented
life is such
what i want is not

nothing new

invisible
a one way exertion
looking microscopically

blurring the bigger picture

be distracted
time moves on
what happens today, be gone tomorrow
let bygones be bygones
let the heart be unhurt
let me be forgotten
theres not much left regardless

the storm before the calm

in between the Niagara Falls
is the reflection of a rainbow
in between my heavy tears

comes the better days of tomorrow
in between my unkind thoughts
the result of the insomniac brain
in between all this misery
woe to me, drowning in pain
in the midst of writing
so that i may be sane again

the fear

stuck in this moment
stuck in my writings
a trait of stagnancy
or a state of loyalty
time still moving
wrinkly, accordingly

she is me and i am her
grown mature but unlocking a new fear
used and battered