Hide me in your shadows,
panic strikes to conceal the truth.

The flame forced away while
you scramble to collect your belongings.

This house will soon become indistinguishable,
whilst i lay in the attic awaiting the fire.

Apprehension has been consuming me.
a longing for the future
or what it may hold.
My heart clenched while my mind
counts down the hours of each day.

This void has steered my perception into space,
leaving me expecting what i should know to be nothing.

There is nothing to hope for.
No one there to listen to my senseless babbling,
inappropriate laughter,
and to simply keep my heart warm.
--
Loneliness is here to stay,
till I am desperate enough to call it a friend.

I glance at my reflection,
as hollow silhouette glances back.

My heart winces,
whilst i analyze the bags that have claimed the territory
underneath my eyes.
Vision blurs while my mind reminds me
of what once was,
and I'm gone again

I'm glad to be your friend,
here to stay awhile.
Even with time running short,
I'll set off to walk the mile.

I'm happy to stick around,
no problems here.
Conversations filling the air,
till its time to grab a beer.

Now I've been here for quite some time,
down to just me.
But you seem to be distracted,
wanting to be left free.

So i think its time i go,
you seem to be a new.
For the ones who once ran,
are more of an interest to you.

I often find myself not valuing the
beauty of my own words

every stroke of my pen,
every etch in my sketchbook

All centered around the lingering thought,
that it simply is not good enough to exist.

This all sounds so ridiculous.

There is no reason as to why ones thoughts should simply exist over others, and vise versa.
why have I lived by this for so long that I am now unable
to create?
How does one find the spark to begin again.