LOST

Tired.

I am
tired.

Of this pain
not my
own.

This should be ours
both of us
not just
me.

Why do I feel lost
here in this maze,
you're not here
with me.
Here.

Lost.
I am.
Where are you?
You said you'd stay
But where are you? Lost?

You
are lost.
Lost like me,
but are you tired?

I
am tired.
Tired and scared,
'cause you are gone.

Gone,
to chase
your own dreams.

Me?
I'm here.
Lost.

I'm over you

The hemorrhage stopped,
and wounds healing now,
the beating, normal.

Now I can look at you
straight in the eye,
straight from my heart--
stitches and all.

I may be traumatized
to feel your pride
cut through the flesh.
I may cringe
just from the thought
of you and me in the past.

Such a crime.

But it's all worth it anyway.
You're damned to be imprisoned
inside your own ignorant heart.

Life sentence.

DESPONDENT

There are days

When I just walk away.

When there’s nothing left to say,

I walk away.


Sometimes I stay

Even if I bleed, I stay.

Not because I’m a pain glutton, no.

I stay thinking that would be kinder.


But you see,

I can get tired.

I can get scared.

I can be despondent.


And so I walk away…

In spite of my latent grief

I walk away.

I never run out of questions

Only answers are elusive

And so I walk away.


From the heartache of it all,

I walk away.

Right now I wish

I could go far enough…