We all seem to think that
                                      No one cares
But in reality there might be
a whole team of supporters
just waiting in our corner
but we
                                       Can't seem to see it
when our heads are clouded
by the
                                       Smog of tomorrow
and then we
                                       Lash out in disbelief
thinking that someone cares
is harder than it seems
but once it happens
bliss.

Tightly gripping the
back of my neck
like some barbed vine
******* the life from
my every thought
and action

Doubtful ideas pulsate
through my head like
the worries of a
midlife crisis
I should really
be getting to bed

Three crayons laid out
With no one in sight
Last time it was different
We had more at stake

There was more to this house
Something worth fighting for
There was more to me
Something worth living for

The day we came home
From the hospital cold
Inviting in our new guests
To share what we had

Gazeless eyes catch wind
On the minds of trees
While the frightful thought
Of reality gently subsides