Stowaway
Lack of perspective
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.
Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.
My appearance lacks
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.
I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to
my friend from above.
Care too much
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.
A painful gut feeling may
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.
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