Sunday, December 27, 2009


I stand at the top of a hill
and scream--
A scream that curdles the blood,
deafens the ears,
rattles the bones.
Yet-- no one hears.
I feel lost and alone among all these people.
Yes, people I call friends,
but are they really friends if they don't know?
Know that this life isn't enough.
That they fail to fulfill what I need from them.

What I whisper and scream--
in feverish fits--
is of no consequence if none shall hear me.
What is there to live for
except for this hope that I hold inside me,
this hope that a bright light will blind me.
Blind me and make me see
a whole new meaning.
For now I live in darkness,
of the mind, soul, and body.

My Well-Worn Path

This well-worn path
that I call my life.
The ground is trodden
from the back and forth of my feet.
I'm a wind-up toy,
I only go so far before--
Before I must turn around
and retrace my steps.

Day after day,
month and month,
nothing ever changes.
Same faces,
same places,
nothing new.
I wait for the day--
The day when an isolated stranger
steps onto my well-worn path
and steers me anew.


Do you ever feel like you're lost in your own life? Just moving along the same well-worn path day after day. There's no inspiration, motivation, or excitement in a life like that. It's a mundane existence.

I feel like I've spent my whole life waiting for something to happen. Something to come along and change my life forever. I don't know what it will be, or even when it will happen. But I know it will. I refuse to live my life this way forever.

It doesn't have to be a miracle. Nothing bright or flashy. Just enough to give my life a new direction and meaning. To give me something to enjoy with my life. However, for now I guess I will continue my life the way I always have. Waiting, wishing, hoping.