Memento

Give me something

A keep sake for this horrible day

A prayer, a scar, or maybe a key chain

Anything to remind myself that I survived this day

I don’t want to forget

how much I wanted to quit. . .

How about the light of a new day?

Melancholy

Take me back to the days when life was a game.

Little to do, everything new.

Today was forever, and tomorrow was that far away.

Sneaking back to memories past,

the gift of old age.

All that time, taken for granted,

but nothings changed.

Time still wasted.

Reliving old memories,

Still that same kid,

but now an echo of yesterday. . .

Paranoia

There’s a fly in my eye

it covers people’s faces

It likes to circle by

and whisper ill intentions

The fly stays alive

feeding on my peace of mind

Buzzing intensifies

Maggots in my brain

they won’t go away

My hope starts to decompose

and life starts looking gray

thoughts in disarray

It’s time I let them out

like splattered ink on a page.

Time Off

All grown up,

at the end of every Sunday.

Work all Monday,

wish I had a half day.

No more sick days,

here every weekday.

It all goes by.

It takes more time.

Waiting for Friday,

to start my life.

Rainy Days

I love rainy days.

They darken the sky

a blanket of gray

the sound of pitter-patter rain

it gives me peace, in the oddest way.

Cars driving by

bring the sound of the seaside

waves crashing at my bedside.

I fill my breadth with a cool breeze

like the world and all its beasts

have fallen into the same dream.

I close my eyes,

grateful for this moment,

of serenity.

Dreams

I had to step away

Now I’m freed from my cage

I followed dreams, to find a new goal,

I hadn’t known

Now I can go. . .

I rather sing and guide others to the gold

No longer alone. . .

I lived through so many dreams

and claimed their gold for my own

but that was never the goal

The goal was to make the gold

Now I bury it for other’s to seek.

Someone will see it, and I hope it gives them dreams.

So Long

I’m divided and undecided

been living in hiding so long.

Your light was blinding,

You laughed when I stared for too long.

You were a riot, my heart panicked, how well we got along.

Now I’ve lost you to the quiet. . .

I haven’t been the same in so long