Unanticipated

Quiet, still, dark, and real

Hushed, silenced, pushed and pulled

Emotions quiver with unanticipated motion

Knowing less than ever before

Where's it going? Where's it end?

It's inevitable that we start again

Always in motion, cyclical in scope,

Wondering why people turn to dope

 

Unseen, unheard, unwanted, unlearned

Emotions arrive and people don't know

where exactly they should go

 

Friends and family await the show

wondering when you will let go

your emotions wrapped in uncertain thoughts

It's a real uncomfortable place to be caught

 

Thought it was over - time and again

Seems to reappear with the rain

She haunts my thoughts- whether I want her to or not

whenever I see her I feel put on the spot

 

"How's it going?", "How you've been?"

Same stupid conversation again and again

When's it over? When's it end?

All I wanted was to be her friend

 

She's the one to show me the things I didn't need to see,

Noe I have lost my ability to be free,

for so lost in the act I cannot be me, when all along I really liked being me,

she showed me a way without light, now I fight hard to get back my life

 

Into the abyss of lethargic thought, my fight for freedom may all be for naught,

Lost in the mist or a fog, my mind wasted, actually its been robbed

It used to be mine and now its not, I gave it away when I began smoking pot

 

It kinda creeped up on me when I had been fried

The way I was living was a total lie,

I lived in the moment not for the day

I have since learned there's a better way

 

Life in the dark isn't very fun,

It's not going to be when you sleep with the sight of the sun

The darkness only fades when you realize you don't need to run

Sometimes we only have room in our hearts for one

 

Decisions are made based on our thoughts,

kids turn to drugs because there's a thrill of getting caught,

Once we tangle in a woven web, there are limited thoughts in our heads,

All because a girl showed me how to smoke pot..,...

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Rose West 6 years ago from Michigan

I like the line "Sometimes we only have room in our hearts for one". Nobody can serve two masters. Thanks for sharing!


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Enigmatic Me 6 years ago from East Coast Canada Author

Rose,

Yes it is hard to serve others when we need the same self service.


Justine76 6 years ago

Ah, that fog. It starts out so comforting and an easy way to escape. It sure can dull pain, but it has a way of making you loose the colours and joy of things too.


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Enigmatic Me 6 years ago from East Coast Canada Author

Justine,

Yes...muted colors of our lives, seen through bloodshot eyes. Glad you can connect. Thanks for your comment.

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