Poem | Friendly Fires...

The hours and days move faster,

My eyes absorb the time with each open and each shut,

Gone and gone and gone

Yet it’s supposed to be the time of my life.

Things are different now,

Same season, same weather patterns,

But all is gone and all is lingering.

I no longer wait for someone,

I wait for anything.

My mind still and silent while my bones scream for movement,

Act. Act. Act.

My skin has grown thicker,

weakness lies within its strength

and I avoid the confrontation of myself.

Veil the mirrors and steer away from the eyes of others,

you won’t like what you see.

For I’d always rather be skinny and overcome

with emotion and love and everything raw and in abundance,

Thin skin, let people in.

But I now stand as a battleground.

Thicker yet less,

less but more of me,

more of me but nothing and no one else to show for it.

Conflict and wars waging in the silence.

I battle the hours though it’s futile,

I strengthened myself but keep losing the wars within me.

What’s missing?

Teach me train me

I ask for your help as I push you away.

I blink again and we haven’t talked for another wasted day.