Restless Pondering

There will always be a question,

A doubt, a brace, a fear.

A stir that remains within the mind.

As a wind through a willow,

Strands will flutter, without foundation.

Drifting leaves sharply set.

Backdrops against a starless sky,

Illuminated with inner lights.

Each snuffed by self-doubt.

The cool reflection of autumn’s face

Serenely ripples by.

A promise made of honey, yet lives.

Sweetest taste of peppermint,

Thus jaded, grows pale.

A beauty once bright, dims.

Hazelnut brews gently,

Calmly cracking, craving within.

A tear caressing our bond.

Night fondly rests upon the valley,

But never within our reach.

For sleep, is forever another’s prize.

Guarded

I’ve been hurt before,

So I’m pushing you away.

It’s not personal.

Yet that’s not at all what I mean.

The words are jumbled around you

Like colors without a hue.

A painting without a subject

Without direction,

Without life.

Peace refuses to come

While my mind’s anxiety’s throne

Oppressed by unmoving silence.

Yet, ashamed of mistrust unearned

By loyal words and an even tongue,

Tempered by understanding.

Friendship is what I need.

All else is confusion.

And thus I am…

Toxic

Can I not just stop?

For the fingers surrounding me

Claw deeply, cutting flesh.

The tendrils of the mind flailing,

Drenched in desperation

Floundering, pathetic.

Heart at a cross,

Both craving and still

Satisfied in laughter.

Starving thin,

Yet ashamed to ask,

Afraid to suggest what cannot.

Glass crumbling in my chest,

Retracting fragments

Corrupt reflection.

Blurred vision…

Rest.