running away

i stare into the night,
which always seems darker
on the outside looking in.

a streetlamp down the road
marks my first destination
on this harrowing journey.

a quick check of my motives
and a few deep breaths later,
i enter the dark silence.

never ending

how does one find purpose
in a boring nine-to-five job?
there is no deep meaning
in an everyday commute.

depression begins to sink in,
for tomorrow will be the same.
and the day after, and the next ...
what is it all for? to what end?

dissect my life into simple pieces,
such as work and livelihood ...
with a few moments of joy
strewn like sprinkles on a cake.

few and far between they are,
not enough to consider happiness.
so i live in the here and now ...
trying to convince myself it's enough.

wipers

the rain goes 'pitter-patter'
on the hospital room's window
as i wonder if the man in the bed
is scared of what comes next.

he's remembering his life,
which seems to be nothing but
one giant, momentary wisp
trailing throughout his mind.

driving home i can only blankly imagine
what must be going through his head.
it isn't even raining anymore,
but my wipers continue their tireless motion.

ride

sometimes i stop and wonder
if they're truly the one
if these are just growing pains
or if we're finally done.

the sizzle's turned to fizzle
is this ride already through?
heart and mind tormented
what ever shall i do?

when i wake up in the morning
and see them lying there.
i lie and say i love you
for the truth i cannot bear.

far from normalcy

i awake to my blaring clock,
and stare around my messy room
that i've promised myself i'd clean
about seven or eight times now.

i make a pb and j for lunch,
for the sixth time this week.
its taste loses something every day,
like a fading pair of jeans.

the hardest part of my day
is knowing i still have a long way to go,
before missing you isn't a part
of my normal, everyday routine.

sweet dreams

she's just there before me,
almost as if she was real.
her mouth is something i see,
but never something i'll feel.

this is the place where,
reality succumbs to dreams.
this is the place that,
hopefulness reigns supreme.

some starving part of my brain
concocts this little charade.
but when the sun comes up,
i feel alone and betrayed.

when i realize i can't have her,
my chest swells with despair.
the sweet, innocent dream,
becomes another nightmare.