walking down a path alone
birds faint in the distance
me with broken wings lagging behind
I wonder
who could relate
who could want this
there are other times
lost to memory alone
reminds me of that movie
power surge invades my soul
something is amiss
the energy is wrong
heavy in thoughts
there is no hand to hold
no argument to spar
it is only the stillness
and quiet in between
possession takes hold
space swells with anxiety
like a room filling with water
pushing air
into smaller cubes I crawl
still wondering how
a desperate plea
dying in the visualization
of what should be
the house creaks
eerily waiting
what if circuits don’t return
everything is cast in doubt
waiting in condemnation
legs are heavy and tired
pushing circulation
I can feel it
what is insurance
how can anything be quantified
or qualified to aspire
a value of something more
superficial wealth designed
to carry our ideals
who are you
where have you gotten to
are your eyes still blind to beauty
am I cursed with blissful wonder
how can so much of the world
reside with lists of regret
I want to hold you
in arms of passion
and light that clears
the shadows of my heart
but the world has gone
like Romeo and Juliet