Jun 2021
It slowly continues to argue with me day in and day out.
Like a creep following in the shadows,
it decides to elude me no matter how I feel.
As the mandolin plays its sad tune,
and the guitar only remembers the sound of minor chords,
the melancholy erodes the wall that has protected the people since birth.
Taking its time to analyze and devise,
making plans and biding its time.
The edge defines the lie that it says is inside.
Maybe the next ship will take me along.
Maybe it will sail farther away than the last one.
Maybe its anchor will drop on more pleasant shores.
As I scream at the city that has been my home for so long,
As I stare into its ugly face,
I no longer know which way to go.
Do I go to the harbor and board the boat?
Do I search for my creeper in the alleys and roads?
Or do I stay where I am and take heart to the fact that I am still taking breath?
Why are you staying by my side?
You should go.
Why are you still waiting with me in line?
Don't you have better places to be?
When the night is angry and the clouds block out the moon,
I wonder if it will find me?
When the weather is sour and the day looks like the night,
I wonder if it will find me?
Anyway, I choose you, stay by my side.
Any path I take you have loved me despite the tide.
Any time I wept you were there with me and you cried.
Why do you stay when I am in the fray,
When my anxiety shoots you like a gun,
or when my anger manifests and stabs you like a knife?
I look over my shoulder and the creeper is there.
Always ten paces behind no matter which way I twist and I turn.
I look over my shoulder and I see you coming up beside.
You're reaching for my hand and telling me to trust.
I close my eyes and let you guide me to where I should go.
I release any semblance of control.
The sun finally breaks the clouds and the creeper steps aside.
Still, ten paces behind but comfort are by my side.
The sun brightens my face and I begin to cry.
For the night was long and the day has finally come.
The day is finally the day,
and I can see the bay.
The boat is right where I left it.
I look to you and you say it's okay.
So we take our steps and board the boat looking for better shores where we can play.
Like a creep following in the shadows,
it decides to elude me no matter how I feel.
As the mandolin plays its sad tune,
and the guitar only remembers the sound of minor chords,
the melancholy erodes the wall that has protected the people since birth.
Taking its time to analyze and devise,
making plans and biding its time.
The edge defines the lie that it says is inside.
Maybe the next ship will take me along.
Maybe it will sail farther away than the last one.
Maybe its anchor will drop on more pleasant shores.
As I scream at the city that has been my home for so long,
As I stare into its ugly face,
I no longer know which way to go.
Do I go to the harbor and board the boat?
Do I search for my creeper in the alleys and roads?
Or do I stay where I am and take heart to the fact that I am still taking breath?
Why are you staying by my side?
You should go.
Why are you still waiting with me in line?
Don't you have better places to be?
When the night is angry and the clouds block out the moon,
I wonder if it will find me?
When the weather is sour and the day looks like the night,
I wonder if it will find me?
Anyway, I choose you, stay by my side.
Any path I take you have loved me despite the tide.
Any time I wept you were there with me and you cried.
Why do you stay when I am in the fray,
When my anxiety shoots you like a gun,
or when my anger manifests and stabs you like a knife?
I look over my shoulder and the creeper is there.
Always ten paces behind no matter which way I twist and I turn.
I look over my shoulder and I see you coming up beside.
You're reaching for my hand and telling me to trust.
I close my eyes and let you guide me to where I should go.
I release any semblance of control.
The sun finally breaks the clouds and the creeper steps aside.
Still, ten paces behind but comfort are by my side.
The sun brightens my face and I begin to cry.
For the night was long and the day has finally come.
The day is finally the day,
and I can see the bay.
The boat is right where I left it.
I look to you and you say it's okay.
So we take our steps and board the boat looking for better shores where we can play.
