Hopeless

In the depths of my desperation, I scream for help. No one hears but this little voice inside my head. But it does nothing to help my cries. It does nothing but whisper tiny words of doubt, slowly seeping into my tarnished armor. It feeds on my frustrations. It gnaws at my depression. It devours my confidence and spits out hundreds of haunting figures—fragments of my old self turned into mosaics of pretense. That little voice feeds on the dark secrets that drown me to insanity. It grows louder than my fears—keeping me awake in the middle of the night, trapping me inside my own mind.

Encounter at the Pedestrian Crossing

Did you know I would fall

The minute you said excuse me?

Did you see my eyes sparkle

As you smiled and said hello?

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Did you see me gawk

As you moved those tempting lips?

Did you know I couldn’t hear you

Over the thumping of my nerves?

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Did your heart flutter

When I smiled and said thank you?

Was there longing in your eyes

When I turned and walked away?

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I would have turned back

If I knew you felt it too

But, in the end,

I will never know, will I?

In the end, we will never know.

created: February 20, 2013