Endless, Confined
A sky of gray dances before me
Endless and angry
Blanketing this dirt road
In impenetrable fog
We're all lost, enthralled
With our delusions
Clinging to our convictions
Tightening the ropes around our necks
And everywhere I look
All of my friends are dying
Trapped within a car wreck
Brought about from lack of trying
A game of halves continues
Half a year, a month in review
And when nothing's getting done
Could I point them out and blame you?
I was promised worlds and lucid dreams
And all I got was ancient memes
No promises are sacred now
And I doubt they've ever been
So everywhere I look
Windshields are crusted with salt
In this endless snowy traffic
Where the harbinger at fault
Doesn't have to face their actions
A cold and aching autumn
Sends my heart into the breeze
To grasp the fallen branches
And arrange the falling leaves
Into a bed where I can rest
And leave this all behind
And pray that I don't wake
Until dead promises do as well
A passing thought
Relights the night
More often now than ever
If anyone knew
This hero's tale
He'd be stricken from the pages
But no one's reading this book now
And maybe no one ever will
A small town library's treasure
A second year has passed
Without a passing sound
The fourth year you've been a corpse
And left with all my light bound
Buried in an unmarked graveyard.
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2018
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