“Drip, drip, drip …”
I feel as tho I could slip;
not to fall, just to falter
mistakes unmasked left up at the altar.
Why is it that I seem to …
regret all the things I know
I can’t undo?
Darkness engulfs, overpowering me.
My mind creeping,
filling, overwhelming me.
Wandered thoughts not settled,
or put to bed.
Flickering, deja vu,
these thoughts have fled.
The faucet leaks,
The wood floor creaks.
Sounds unnoticed in the light,
magnified just to spite.
Past failures, loves, things undid.
Worries, regrets, feelings I hid.
Paths not taken for greener grass
I feel as tho I am the ass!
To point! To proclaim you were the one!
When in reality,
It was my web that I had spun.
My regrets, my unheard yearnings,
they are mine, not yours.
Even if for the moment, it was you;
not I that I had cursed.
To an abyss;
Where thoughts are never taken amiss.
Not even revealed,
remaining forever sealed.
To a slumber, but not to rest.
My mind, heart, soul a mess.
It is here I find solace in
peace and serenity, in the dreams
I will forever chase.
Drip, drip, drip …
It is for certain I have have slipped …
Time ticks at an unfamilar pace
slowly then quickly,fast forward,rewind
My mind races,
grasping at slippery thoughts,
while photos captions, hopes and ideas
all become but a matted smear.
the purpose of life,
the reason for breathe
of aspirations not met.
forward movements, microscopic,
is what I have left
of this wild crazy dream.
round and round, up then down
smiling, laughing, uncommonly me
this carousel, engulfs me,
never to be free
light fades, darkness consumes,
taking all that I fear
Slowly,mockingly the bubbles disappear.
”Piece in Pieces”
Wondering about the colors gone askew
Hoping that time can make them anew
Wishing for something to change
Feeling as tho it will never be the same
I wanna pick up the now antique brush
Making strokes, long, bright and flush
Putting on the canvas,covered in layers
The newest pattern to be savored
Knowing in time the overuse will show
No longer a piece of art work to glow
Tattered, worn, faded and abused
The canvas of life scarcely perused