Thursday, March 3, 2016

Discontented Complacency

It was you and
it was me.  It was
all that we could do
to just keep
from falling further,

Then I fell
face first into
sparse unidimensional relationships.
Words again became
hidden strangers but those with
familiar voices became stale,
shallow, and more like echoes.

The place
I fell consumed me
like a vortex
in a valley of quicksand.

All the
voices in my head
run away when I step
inside while the phantoms
lull me to sleep.

Every idea evaporates
if you leave
it out in the sun
long enough.

Nothing more,
nothing less;
my heart dreams
                           of falling asleep
in your arms.

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