quiet night, courtesy of nature.

memories of past rain,
on the ground,
and in the still air.

droplets forming in filled leaves,
falling to the grass,
with a muted splat.

silent wind racing,
to cover up visible outer space,
with wispy clouds,
eager to please.

orange tinted clouds,
backdrop the empty trees,
ready for colder nights,
prepared.

listening soul,
resting on the ground,
hoping for guidance,
from an old being.

doc?

doctor, doctor;
i need some help;
my eyes are tired,
and my back is bent.

my dreams are crushed;
i trudge through every day.
i barely made it,
to see you today.

my aspirations have changed;
happiness is hard to find;
i need a smile,
a drug or two.

change

im once again trying,
to be together, alone.

i need a sense of safety, friendship,
but id much rather be alone.

because with others i forget,
i forget what i need,
i forget what i want,
and what it takes.

but im trying to be sane,
so i guess i need to forget.

im not strong enough to make this change,
but im to weak to let it go.

i guess you could call it personification

blood curling along the lines of her fingertips,
marking the wrongs, the rights, the inescapable,
she watches as the drips trace her pale skin,
slowly falling and falling and falling,
similar.

she closes her eyes against the blinding dark,
as she slowly trips through the hall.
looking for a room of safety,
feeling for a cold floor,
similar.

indescribable and confusing thoughts,
unable to explain,
unable to sort,
unable to escape,
similar.

she snatches every possibility,
to leave this wretched place before it's expected,
breathing is no longer a priority in her mind,
what she wants she cannot have,
but she must have what she wants,
before her final breath is took.