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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