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…