I Am Going

the rain outside reflects the mood;

cold, wet and tired,

the world slows down,

unable to sustain the momentum;

we hardly take notice;

moments pass by,

until there is nothing left,

betrayal becomes inevitable,

behind treacherous walls of

sardonic infidelity,

complacency swallows up her victims,

like leftovers in lonely dumpsters,

filled with jewels of the night

and other bedtime stories;

I am going,

but I’m not going

quick enough;

youth lies wasted,

energy a one-way street,

you can never go back,

you can never return to the places

lost among the shadows;

somewhere within these ruins

lie strangers empty and drained,

hidden by lost memories

and walls of battered abuse;

forever searching,

forever wondering

forever knowing;

sometimes it’s nothing more than words,

sometimes words say it all,

sometimes words are all there is;

sometimes words are not enough.

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