Aimless Ambling

Now... Do you miss me when I’m not near Do I invade your thoughts My eyes know you and my heart yearns to Wishes are fickle things (Be careful) Yet now I have them My eyes see only you My arms want only you How long will it last that I am in your thoughts When will the sun set And my heart reflect the empty sky full of only wishes.

It is from narrow cuts that my life drains from me Fine, shallow scars will I have one day but now it is not memory that I have but pain, in parallel rows that won’t let me forget myself.

Respect so acute as to impede movement traps me Caged, I cry out heard only by myself A chest, locked, storing the private truths of others They boil and fume wishing for company.

Words tremble and writhe waiting for release But they know not in what order to come And who would have the gall to tell them Are they not alive themselves and have the right to choose for themselves?

LOOK What is it you see Is it an aura a silhouette a ghost or phantom Or is it life waiting to be found out, stripped of its disguise?

Gods forgotten cease to be How lucky it is for me that I am just a man.

Coiled spring steel growing ever tighter Each passing moment nears the point of lashing out (Do you fear the inevitable the rising of the sun or the tides) This spring (at least) won’t lash out More care than that was placed into its construction Guarded edges seal it away safe from the outside the outside safe from it Waiting only for the right time and purpose and then only will it unwind.

The sunrise red framed around the edge so rarely seen, and only at night is all I have to carry me through my days Why is it that you must have the least to be the most deserving?

Am I cursed then Condemned to sit here and observe all that which goes on sealed behind glass doors In my small room devoid of air ‘til deprived of life I whither away with nothing to show for my having been?