I am not sad


Nor am I depressed


I am not angry


But I am


A total mess



I am not here


Nor am I there


I am just lost


In-between


Some[ ]where

I am
The Listener

The one
They always come to

Breathing in circles
A dizzying dance of
Meloncholy song

I take in every beat

Each note plucking
Heartstrings

I listen - I absorb

It repeats

But when does The Listener
Get to sing?

Those songs - they never end

There isn't any room
For new melodies

For, it is The Listener - who allows
This space
For notes to flutter along freely

So,
When the air becomes thick
With minor chords

And the space is forever gone

Just remember

You never got to

Hear

The Listeners Song.

Finally
I catch a break
from the clattering chatter
of complaints
To melt into this cozy chair
and rediscover my own thoughts,
myself,
who I have lost
somewhere in the noise

Finally
I catch my breath
and slowing its pace, I embrace
the silence
This temporary peace I seldom
catch hold of these days

And just as I finally start to see
myself...

It's taken

Shattered and scattered
like a cars side mirror
side-swiped
by the haphazardly cluelessness
of another

My reflection

My inner self

Gone

Once more

The wind stirs
jerking the trees
Shaking away
all the pain
- I mean, rain
from my leaves

You ever bite your tongue,
to not hurt someone with the truth?

You bite down even harder,
knowing it's only hurting you.