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 us by
until there is nothing left,
betrayal becomes inevitable
behind treacherous walls of
sardonic infidelity,
complacency swallows up her victims
like leftover children
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,
we can never go back,
we can never return to places
lost among the shadows.

Somewhere within the ruins
strangers lie empty and drained,
hidden by lost memories
and walls of battered abuse;

forever searching,
forever wondering
forever knowing.

Sometimes we become so baffled
by the bullshit,
we forget about the clarity,
losing sight of the prize,
forever lost in the fog;

sometimes it’s nothing more than words,
sometimes words say it all,
sometimes words are all there is;

sometimes words aren’t enough.
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