Days Like This
Days like this
Inexplicably pissed,
Maybe not pissed
But on edge no less.
So please forgive me
For my misplaced hostility
On days like this.
Can’t explain it.
Don’t even know where to aim it.
Between you and me
I’m only thinking of me
With hopes of it bringing
ME closer to WE.
Is it working?
I don’t know.
Now I’m questioning the things
I do know.
Saying things– showing no proof though.
Days like this
Trying to recall
All the days I missed.
I just need a tv to pretend to watch–
The way these white walls watch me,
Glaring deeply
With blank stares.
Who actually cares?
Who’s truly aware?
Sometimes I get scared
When I get lost
In the thoughts
That have reached the depths of the glares.
Days like this
Looking at my life—
Do I really exist?
These thoughts are killing me
They belong in a grave.
Thinking like a man of old age:
Caged in his head,
Trying to stay warm in his death bed.
Days like this..
