Unwelcome

Choke down the last bits,

Let the mold hang in the mouth,

No time like the present,

Prepare for the impact before the fall.

 

Ride the edge between tomorrow and yesterday,

The slow farewell

Where nothing ever ends

Nothing truly begins.

 

A daily soft repeat,

At the finish you start again

Running backwards

With all the worst bits first.

 

You’ve lost your reflection

A family replaced with endless doors

All leading to empty questions

 A future of the slow release

Were each step forward

In reality two steps back.

 

A path leading nowhere

But it’s the nuance that keeps you coming back for more.

 

A lazy mind

Still looking for shapes in clouds

When all they hold are empty images

Lacking sound and unfit for the blind.

 

A winters chill in the middle of August

Starts in the chest moving out to the fingertips,

Fills the lungs with false hope.

 

It stats to lose its luster

When you realize that you’re the only one

Not peaking on your neighbors' hand.

 

Ignore thoughts the way ice does the cold,

Embrace what’s left,

The lesson doesn’t end,

The dead need to die,

The end is the beginning.