A one time thing
that happens rarely
for no reason at all.
An indulgence
when needed
to fulfill
a small craving.
A blessing
when a friend
shows you they care.
Sometimes all that is needed
is a listening ear
or a word of encouragement.
Silence or a hug
can be the most precious
treat of them all.
To sound grateful
or happy
when with family
even though inside
you really would
rather
be anywhere
but here
The circle continues
Unbroken
Forever winding its way
past all the things seen before
New things will be added
but the results will be the same
Nobody believes the signs
and so we come again to the place
where lives get lost
and people close their eyes
to the horrors they helped create
It is like a train wreck
you can see about to happen.
The tracks are destroyed
and the train has no way to slow down!
Not in time.
We all know what will happen
if the bad guy wins.
Yet, we can not see how to stop them.
Because even deflecting or derailing the train
won’t help.
It is too far down the tracks now.
Vacations are fun
But now they are over
The airplane is waiting
To take me back home
The memories made
The friends old and new
Will tide me over until the next time
I get blue
Socially Anxious
Scared
But fascinated
Watching
Wanting
Unable to ask
Greeting
Or Fleeing
Warring within
Fear
Desperation
Sometimes win
The battles are all in mind
I fight every day for sanity
Any semblance of normalcy
My anxiety sends surprise raids
While my nerves betray me
The chemicals of mind
Unbalance my emotional state
As I struggle to get to my feet
I know my name
And before it is lost
I will shout it out
So others will take it over
And that is how I hope to leave a legacy
Sometimes I dream
Other times I wander
Often I return
And vaguely do I remember
But most of the time
Heaven is hell bent
When a constant changes
and you have to figure why.
The worst is trying to figure out
what to do with the new dilemma.
Everything you want to do
makes everything worse.
And the worse it gets
the crazier the dream
until finally
you wake up
and still have
five hours
of the night to supposedly rest.
Obviously,
you won’t be dreaming.
The extremes.
The thrills.
The chance of failure.
All of it builds
and yet it does nothing to satisfy
the craving of adventure
Where will it end?
Even death is no longer a morbid factor
when every decision made
is based on whether life could be lost or not.
So adrenaline seekers continue
to push their mortal envelopes
and the ones in their boxes of comfort
watch inexporably.
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