Poetry

No Answer

No Call

No Message

Nothing

What can I do when I have no idea?

Where do you go when you only have nothing?

Time travel is not an option

If it was the past is horrible place to start

Things have happened for a reason

Yet we all focus on what has been

Though it affects what will chance upon us

We can only change our path

as new obstacles are blocking our steps

And remember the lessons learned

not repeat the same mistakes

Where it is only a panic attack

Nothing significant

People on the transit

fighting behind me

Crowded bus so I can not move

The bus driver tries to intervene

No one listens to him

People do not understand

the impact on others

because they only think of themselves

Long weekend is over

Time to get back to school routine

Open the lunch box

and there is a smell

Looks like someone

forgot to clean it out last Friday

I don’t meant the one at the end of the bar

He is used to the ones society has already placed upon him

Though starting with him could be an option

If you thought you could convince him that society is wrong

But challenging the fundamentals of his world

may cause him and those around him to dislike you

or even hate you

So begin wherever you wish

and take care that you may no longer be welcomed at that bar

Sometimes it is not enough

Sometimes it is too much

Other times it is broken

Or troubled and therefore not restful

Sometimes it is hard to fall asleep

Other times it is hard to stay awake

Most times it is because the routine is broken

But sleep will eventually come for us all.

The depression weighs down heavily

It is like a curtain that cannot be moved

Keeping the dark in

and blocking the sight of all good things

If it moves just a fraction, a sliver

and an eye shows through

Someone is looking

searching

hoping

that life is still behind the curtain

and that if nothing else

you will live for them

and the hope they hold out for you.

When the family dynamics

are disrupted because of different opinions.

The arguments get heated

and everybody gets involved.

The only thing worse

is when religion gets added.

Yet, sometimes these arguments

can turn into discussions

and it is not the target

but one of the listeners.

 

As my throat continues to scratch

I hurt more and more.

My body aches

and the chills do not balance out the fever.

In the morning

I will still be the chauffer to the one

who passed on this nasty virus to me.

A side effect

of the job and all the dangers it entails.

Now if only

my body would allow me to sleep.

It takes time,

patience and a willingness for the possibility to lose.

It is trying to understand

what you did wrong

and hoping to show them you have changed.

Whether it works

is up to them

but for you it is still a valuable lesson.

Give it time and you both may be surprised

or you will have one more regret.

But the effort in trying

can be more important than the results.