The questions don’t stop. The incessant babbling of a panicked boss The bone churning boredom of paint drying with the sympathetic tears that accompany a slowly dying animal. I need a drink, rather several, rather all! Maybe, for bonus points, we can throw in a crippling drug addiction that could, maybe, allow for a grasp on the slick walls of the pit. But we both know it won’t.
I need to escape, to get away from this horrid existence. But I don’t dare. Yellow bellied sluggard. Thank god for cowardice, or I’d be the main course at the feast of the maggot king.
This too shall pass, I hope. Not gonna do anything stupid. Don’t get the wrong idea. Just needed to scream in silence.
Cowardice grips me tight and guides me in all the wrong directions- like a puppet I go where it wants I flee from Commitment, from Growth and float aimlessly in pools of despair created as a byproduct of Cowardice’s actions
there are times where Bravery finds me floating by solemnly, head barley above water- it releases me from my shackles and in those times I remember how to swim I remember how to command my own limbs and I emerge and I stand, to face down Fear
but inevitably inevitably Cowardice finds me once more and when I blink the chains return and it pulls me in all the wrong directions leaving me craving Bravery’s warmth just out of reach now, I grasp for it over and over but I- I just can’t reach
To own a selfish and reckless will, It is monstrous and a tyrant over me still, It holds the hand of my ambition when I meet my shy dreams, And hands me a cup of cowardice sourced from apathy's streams.
Passion has a seat at the banqueting table, It wants to be more than friends with unstable, A chaotic spiral of emotions has awoken, But time wears the crown and I think time has spoken.