24 November 2019

Thoughts

Swirling thoughts and drifting lights
These things made up my Friday night
Distant bugs sing the same song
The same song as always
Always the same thoughts
The shine of the town comes to life the same way
Burning like they always do
This creaky fan stirs a storm
Round and round
Just like those thoughts
All about him

The dark silhouette of trees form monsters
But those monsters are always the same
Just like him
Those monsters stalk for dreams,
But fall asleep before me
When those monsters come close
The thoughts are too scary
Even for them
Him, him, him.
Can’t get over him
Those thoughts circle like vultures
They’re the same as the tide
Back and forth
In and out

The light of the screen dulls thoughts
The ache to speak
To be heard
To care for me
The thoughts that should be followed
Sink away too

Burning sun and heavy burdens
Not just my thoughts
All their thoughts
All their problems
Just to save me from my own
Saving others from the monsters
For mine are too strong
The thoughts about him
Echo down the path
As gone as he is now

Thoughts come less
Maybe they circle wider
The monsters fade
Not forever
Not the same
But he is fading too
Fading like his smile

The bugs still sing
The fan still spins
The lights still shine
But after all
Change can come slow


By Seb, no planning went into this and was very bad, so forgive me for that

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