Hitching

Shocked out of my slumber, again. Those visions once inviting drift into murky terrain where my footing slides from my solid path, each step saps me of vitality without hope. Left out in the cold, again. Thumbs ripe like cherries, dipping into the sweet air of possibility. The frigid nature of my quest halts the blood in my indigo vein. Just along for the ride, again. Packed like cargo into your life. A cumbersome package for you, no doubt, since I have no clues left to divine where I fit anymore. Pains rumble in my gut, again. The warmth of your hearth no longer beckons me onward to share a morsel of nourishment or a sinful concoction full of delight. Doubt haunts my persona, again. Images of distrust quake my eyes as I witness your plot unfold with self the only person that you choose to embrace without fear. Cried myself to sleep, again. No point in wiping them dry since the flow of my agony will gush like the purest fount of human suffering ever to shame.