Pulling down your sleeves
To hide the track marks
Which look more like
A rollercoaster of lines
A wobbling tattoo up your arms

This isn’t a feeling
Attempt,
Or moment.
This is trying to break that cycle
Hurt we all hide.

Shelter those racing thoughts.
Whom meet no one at the finish lane.
Just as insomnia meets QVC
We want to buy happiness for 9.99..
But we can’t afford the shipping and handling.

We no longer know how to breathe
Without choking on irony.

Your hands shake in the cold.
Waiting for the next move..
Wondering if it will be for the better.

I reach for solitude
The way a rock tries to not
Hit the bottom of a lake.

You can’t hear it,
The sound is demolished by
Cracks
Holes
Losing the lining.

It was like everything had stopped.
A dream within a dream.

Broken
Tossed along the shoreline
Awaiting the breath of life.

I can no longer hold my heart.

It’s quarantined,
Isolated,
Deprived.
Sinking within a dull melody
Bouncing further down
The rabbit hole.

How can you breathe?
How can you believe?
How can you live…

Heartless?

I’m the magician’s assistant

Behind the curtain
Moving strings
Attached to papers.

I can make it rain

I can make it snow

But it’s only an illusion.

Just as a fountain of memories
Each trickle bursts
Like flames inside my eyes.

It’s like a million questions
Yet to be answered.
Whispers of melancholy
Pulled from a black hat
Covered in a handkerchief
Blown,
With a mighty wind.

Rushing,
I run towards the leader.
Waving his wand like a
Windshield wiper.
A hypnotic metronome
Before my eyes.

I am powerless

I move the curtain
Switch the boxes….

Suddenly
he stops moving.

I am lost
Without control.