The Sun God

My life has been a venture through the woods,
Never finding a way out.
I've just been stuck in the thick of it all.
Surrounded.

The sun and the moon,
They yell instructions.
Ways to escape.
Which paths to take,
what rivers to cross.
But the moon is pulling me one way
And the sun the other.

I am suffocating in the brush.
I can not see from their perspectives.
I know not where I am going,
Only where I am being led.
I rely on two opposing factors.

Only when the sun and the moon
Are enlightened upon the same goal
Will I ever reach freedom.

I shall never escape.

My joints are creaking and my lips are chapped.
I'm ready for a new phase of life.

Another Nightmare.

My clothes are wet from the rain.
I'm blinded.
You smell of cologne and cigarettes.
The seats of your cheap car scratch my bare thighs.
My mind sways.
I reach out to steady myself.
My hand rests on the dashboard.
You reach out to cover it with yours.
I can't feel.
I can't breathe.
I look into your eyes.
That's the last thing I remember.

I-57

The blue/black sky makes me think of my childhood.
It's simple
But feels as if it goes on forever,
Full of wondrous stars and memories.


My eyes burn from staring straight forward.

I want to walk until I can't feel my legs.
Until the wind whips just hard enough at my face.
Until my cheeks start to lose the warmth they usually possess.
My toes won't be able to keep balance anymore.
My lips won't be able to form words.
My eyes will blink fast, pushing back tears
That were brought forth by fear and the chilled air.
My movement will slow into a stand still.
My brain will void all doubt. All thought.
My heart won't be able to handle the cold air.
My heart won't be able to handle your cold nature.
It will make one last leap of faith and plummet,
Desperately groping for something to hold on to all the way down.
I will stop trying.
I will stop failing
I will stop worrying.
I want to stop worrying.


But instead, I came inside.
Instead, I sat down.

As much as I wish I could,
I will never be able to leave.

You are my greatest weakness.

The thought came to me before I could stop myself.
I was scared that I had thought it but my fear did not change my mind.


"What's the point?"