Author: drachenkreiger

Colours are a luxury.

The black is all you need.

It tells the story

of the woes you endure

making sure

to remind you

of the darkness

that awaits you.

Go buy the colour ink

it’ll be better for your soul!

The ancient books

describe the hardships

endured by ancestors.

What today

would be a sickness

so evil

as to destroy

the world and cause

everyone suffering?

Lack of Hope.

The belief that

Nothing

can be done

to change the situation.

Yet,

Hope

still survives.

Usually in the most unexpected of places.

Thoughts roiling

like angry snakes

whispering the lies

that hide within.

Footsteps lead to nowhere

as the body paces

frantically

looking for something

it will never find again.

The expectation is clear.

The wide eyes.

The body stance.

Going up to everyone who comes by.

The question is asked.

Excitement if it was answered yes.

Play engaged and fun had by all.

Without a lesson in the past

how can we understand the future?

The mistakes made can radically affect

the current decisions.

Alas, some see the defeats

as victories and thus emulate the tactics used

and the world find history repeating itself.

A butterfly floats by

and then a truck zooms past.

The rains splashes down

as the light reflects the outline

of a face in the window.

The TV blares out sounds

while the radio murmurs static.

A day has gone by

and I don’t remember what I did!

 

Sometimes are random.

Or other times focus to much on one thing.

Usually there is a song stuck on loop

and I find myself either trying to remember

the lyrics or foolishly change them.

Every now and then

I have a brilliant idea

and if possible I act on it.

Most times though

I usually end up humming along to the song.

It is so easy to do what you have done before.

The rut is so deep and hard to get out of.

Falling back into the comfortable rythms of past routines.

Change is difficult when it is not just yourself

you have to worry about.

How can you be a positive influence

when you can not manage your own inclinations?

Someday things may change.

Just not today.

That phone call.

A letter in the mail.

A friend who misspoke.

The realization of your mistake.

Worrying about politics.

No one coming to the party.

Only to realize you are the party

and no one warned you.

One thought

It swirls around

It won’t go away

What can I do

The problem grows

So do the awkward solutions

Anxiety starts to stifle

any chance of sleep

or reasonable actions

leaving a twitching shell