peaceful slumber which
should be a simple wish
is distracted by ***** air
finding shelter inside lungs
occupied by cheap whiskey and
violent words waiting for release

when patience tries to be the
biggest strength and the greatest
weakness
it loses value
as unanswered calls stack up in place
to test the stability of patience

and how much silence is enough
before all that's wanted is a scream?

it's not the days that blur together
but the moments
when other people take off their clothes
and live forever
dancing in permanent sunsets

when choosing your own way
feels more like the absence of one
and running into the future
is more frightening than arresting

putting yourself to sleep
in a bed of trepidation
offers the small sounds
of outside wonder