& it’s all suddenly gone

I miss you more
than I wish to say,
latching on
to our golden days;
a spark, an end, and now dismay-
oh how I wish
the spark had stayed.

-k

oct. 31, 2017; 9:14pm

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waking up in the morning

glass half full or glass half empty
maybe it’s all empty
maybe i’m sitting in a dimly lit room
with only a sliver of sunlight even trying
to sneak in from under the blinds
to draw me out
to snap me back to life
to draw my eyes away from the
blank // empty ceiling
with not even a whirring ceiling fan to keep me company
to be a companion
to numb me
to have everything, every sensation slip away from my mind and from my being
the sunlight hidden behind the blinds
waiting for me
my once comfortable bed sheets now feel like
nothing at all
floating in an empty glass
somehow never ending-
.
.
.
.
maybe if my glass were half empty
.
or even half full
.
.
life would feel like something
.
.
.
like life
.
.
.
.
instead of emptiness
.
.
.
.
.
instead of nothing at all-

.

.

.

.

9 may 2017

kmw

since when
has the first query
been about something silly
like weathering weather
instead of
what fuels our souls
compelling us to continue on existing?

 

when did frivolity
take the place of passion

 

kmw

1 jan 17