Looking in
Finding out
Why these wild weeds grow
So tall in a vast plane of consciousness.

Travel through the thick ones first.
It builds character, so when you come
To a thin one that disguises itself
You already know how to not fall apart.

Never think that you are above them when
The smallest one can bring you to its level
Within a heartbeat.

Open all of your eyes.
Be ever aware.
These weeds can entangle you quick
And without you knowing.

The nights of not understanding.
Never let it happen like that again.
Quick flashes can really sober you up
,But don't think too hard or you will
Get
Lost.

Look out.
Find within.

The fires ravaged a town I once knew.

Ashes now are the solace of the dead.

There are no steps to trace anymore.
I can't find a single remnant of what
I once knew.

The silence is deafening. The charred remains.
The embers that died out long ago.

Where have I been?
How could no one have warned me?

My tracks how they fade
in once what I thought was snow.

Reprise a role once forgotten.

How hard it is to remember lines.
Wiping the dust off and trying to
start acting again.

Don't force it.
They will spot a fake.

Become the character.
Remember the facade that you created.

How the others were so jealous as they looked
on as you waltzed through your performance
so effortlessly.

Those were the days.

Don't let them see you sweat.
Stop sweating.
It's the anxiety.
Shhhh...they might hear that heart of yours beating through your chest.

One more thing before you take the stage again.
Stop talking to yourself and live your life.

Medication

When there's only poison.

A vain attempt. A hero now forgotten.
Tragedy within another tragedy.

That's at least the story that was told to me.

In a darkened corner.
or perhaps it was a dream.

Either way still cough it up to a loss.

If it's not the ether then it will be the gin.

my insecurities secure me.

sleep evades into the dawn.

perhaps it was a dream that I was living,
even for a short while.

back when I never wanted to sleep.

sleep would of been to let the moment go.

a thing I never wanted to happen,
but here I lie awake.

drifting evermore into the abstract.

maybe the insomnia is a prison.

or perhaps my disillusions are my
only company.

We danced the night away.

Now,just a swirling of echoes
are in my head.

I thought I could hold on
maybe this time a little tighter.

You swam ashore from a place
I'd never known before.

I thought I was rescuing you, but
you were rescuing me.

Turn the light low. The contours
of your face will never leave my mind.

If I'd close my eyes then
you could never leave.

Holding through the tide.
Gasping for breath will never stop.

My lungs like my heart have
run out of time.

The many streets I've walked
the days that have passed
I never wanted to change my shoes.

Each step was like a small trophy
although the pavement would
steal a little bit of my soul.

Maybe I was bitter towards this fact,
but really it was giving my soul
character.

As the shoes grew weaker
the more misshapen I had become
in the best possible way.

One day it started to rain.
My shoes did nothing to protect me.
I resented them.

As I got home and took them off
to toss them in the corner of my room.
I held onto the tattered laces.

Tracing the weaved pattern I made
when I first laced them.
Remembering what I could of what they've seen.

A slight catharsis came over me.
I gently put them side by side
and slid them under my bed instead.

Tomorrow a new pair of shoes
with new laces
to start a new journey,

but never forget the tattered laces of past shoes.