When Sarcasm Is The Truth

You're shaken up
From the stress at work today.
You're in pieces,
about being able to pay your rent tomorrow.
You can't sleep,
Because you're thinking of the responsibilities
waiting on you tomorrow and the next days of your life.

Meanwhile, death could be knocking at your door.

Any hour. Any minute.

Any second.

But it doesn't matter.
Because there are more important things to do.

Indecisive Ringlets

Pulling on my thread,
Thrusting the door closed.

I don't know what motion to keep constant.
I don't know what words are not wasted.

I can't wait on you forever, but I don't want to walk away.
I can't wait on you forever, but your choice is made not to stay.

Cutting off the thread.
Locking the damaged door.

Walk in or walk out,
I will no longer revolve.

I will no longer stand.
Patience bleeds like pulsing arteries.
You have cut out too much, in your own open surgery.

The rain is falling for you.
In it's million different patterns, for you.

Welcome the overcast.

Caution

A knock at the door is what made my day.

A knock at the door.

A surprise.

A person.

Who cautioned me not to get my heart into this..

I haven't, I won't and I also can't...
The truth is I don't feel anything at all.
And I don't know how to begin to feel
Again.