Bright lamps at night failed one by one
I was in the middle of a race keeping a good pace
Then I tripped and fell on an unidentified thought
Instead of getting up, I sat and looked around while every light I knew went out
So I got up and sat on a bench in complete darkness waiting for any light to return
Confused.
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Echo chamber torture
Separation silence
Weaknesses yelling directly into my ears
Pondering a drive around town to clear my head but I don’t have a destination able to take these weights upon me away in the night’s wind
Loneliness isn’t an empty bed
It’s a fully packed head with nothing useful
Tape running nonsense commentary so I can’t hear anything but false coordinates
On a bench waiting for the light to come back with no idea if it will
Branches bare
Hourglass mocking every day I live without peace of mind
Will I display fruit or run in vain
Help others along but die in place
Confused.
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I don’t want to stay in bed or leave
Post a poem, cry, then listen as my heart bleeds
Feel entirely foolish going to God for any need
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His arms folded
Stern face
All lies
Still, it takes shape
His full character unknown deceptions taking truth’s place
There’s something off but it cannot be seen
Feeling powerless, yeah I am, but you know what I mean
The horror of drifting at sea in an area his eyes ignore on purpose
Flunked another test doing much disservice
Unseasoned salt cast out as it’s worthless
On a bench in the dark Son unable to surface.
Emotion Dough 