Head in ice

Wake me when it

Stops

A dismal duet-
more like a sad solo
of two hearts
breaking in harmony.
Their tone is flat and
the lyrics don't rhyme.
The melody has gone
astray and the
music dies.

branches cusp the foggy air
these trees pave the way
or is it the lack of trees
that determines my fate…
as if there is such a thing

but if there were
it’s not as if the trees
care about my driving habits

and if they don’t care about that
then they mustn’t care where I end up
(since habits shape character, you see)
so I conclude
that fate cannot be

If I sit still
I drown
If I move
I drown faster
You could pull me out
If only you weren't
The quicksand

Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

I haven’t written in weeks
but you’re on my mind
and
I can’t keep
my pen from paper .