if i counted up the weeks
would they allow me peace
to trespass my hollowed mind
how many breaths i’ve taken
as granted as the sun rises
maybe now i understand
the little things add up
even if they aren’t counted
never put in front
seen only to those attentive
to small actions underneath
the brevity of ignorance
befallen upon those within
man made confines
of walls adorn of strokes
the meaning assumed
though never fully reached
if the time is skipped then
what matter is it now
to set aside and wonder
if the next action
is the right one
if the next breath
is the last one
Month: November 2017
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could i ever counter your actions
let the strides you take in vain
remove all my withstanding doubts
cover up the countless mistakes
marked up with unperceived flattery
side step to my stature
dance with me until you break
may the night last longer
then the harrowing fiction we tell
if i told you to be removed
would i see the truth in you
cut off a piece
see if you bleed blue
but the enemies of my enemies
whose lies upon lies
were thought to be true
could come up at any time
let my judgement be misconstrued
overwrought with inconsistencies
so the picture of you
i keep in my mind
is painted so differently
before my very eyes
rivet the eyes on
do you recognize those eyes
keep on the piercing gaze
it will click into your mind
who they belong to
why it stings
forgotten names
of memorable faces
but this strikes you
differently then before
an irksome spot
of commonality
akin only to you
though aged
they remain unchanged
looking back at you
searching for an answer
that evades again
know they don’t forget
but you have
as the reflection sets
you ponder once more
“who is this”
but there is no reply
just a repeating stare
repeating struggle
where were you
when the weather changed
did you have trouble
waking up at dawn
looking for strength
to keep moving
was it just the thought
of a beating heart
that pushed you
to gaze forward
pressure on your back
to drag onward
to find relief at the end
hold tight
it is always bittersweet
the time you have
to love
before you struggle
once more
as the cycle
repeats