Exhausted Chaos

 Constantly walking the line;

existing solely in a grey area that

leaves me feeling reminiscent - 

though I tilt my chin toward the future.

Melting into the background of my own existence.

Blurred double vision causing the world to sway around me.

I am trapped in a 

rhythm-less march;

an intoxicating dance that I perform

at the top of each morning.

Thoughts cannot be securely fastened to my mind

in these moments.

Sunrise marks the beginning of

another slumber-some day,

and that bright orb hanging

somehow crookedly in the sky strings me along

through blazing afternoons and into

lulling evenings.

Lukewarm Regret

 Numb for the foreseeable future.

No fantasies left fulfillable.

Daydreams and night terrors weave themselves

in and out of reality.

The fears that once lived dwelling deep

in darkness have found the sunbathed surface.

They're everywhere;

melting on the sidewalks in the smothering heat.

Draped over the backs of chairs.

A longing for something unidentifiable

compacted under layers of uncertainty and denial.

A calm current of regret has replaced

the drinking water flowing through the pipes

in a house built on a foundation that sways

like the dying flame of a half-lit candle.