Gazeless eyes catch wind
On the minds of trees
While the frightful thought
Of reality gently subsides

It was cold that day
and i walked into my favorite cafe
and i ordered a tea
i stood there waiting
i look to my side
kids that i knew all sitting in the middle long table
5 girls and one guy
it was interesting to see..
i scratched my stubble that i grew out for a bit
and i felt my mustache that i was growing for a year now
should i cut it?
it was tangled,
my toque down my forehead
my black hoodie with a faded chocolate stain
and buttons and pins on my left side
my grey jeans
and torn green converse
i looked at the cars pass by-
"Your tea sir!"
he layed it on the counter
looking past his glasses at me
with his long red beard
he stared at me long
i was confused for a moment
" oh th-thank you man!"
he walked away
i grabbed my tea  and walked out
with my hands around the cup
my frozen breath going into the cup
and coming out
intangled
with the tea's steam-
i looked at it escape into the air
and i remember i saw you early that day
looking at me from afar with food in your mouth
waving at me

i was confused

Sitting here tapping keys,
isolation winks at me.
Loneliness  
in the chair behind me,
grins so coyly.
It's so stuffy in here.

I'm a bit miffed,
possibly mad at anger,
who's smiling at me
from behind the closed window.

I feel frustration,
who's in the next room
next to mine,
is welling up in me
as I finish the next line.

I am beginning to see
the effects of my constant
isolation & loneliness,
anger & frustration,
my good friends.
Seems like nothing gets done,
I'm not having any more fun.

Perhaps it's time for me
to pick myself up &
run outside to enjoy
this fine day, far way
from my
depressed-companions,
such sad comrades.

Indeed, I believe it is!

So young and newly married
Hanging on by the thread of love
Sometimes though in life we see
That thread isn't wound tight enough

Through the daily struggles
Most of them unseen
What happened to the newlywed
Where went all the dreams

Holding on
Barely holding on...

A father and husband out of work
A family living out of the car
Is this the American dream we've built
Is this now where we are

Cardboard serves a purpose
As a bed and a homemade sign
To keep the cold off of the floor
Hey brother can you spare a dime

Holding on
Barely holding on...

The doctors diagnosis
Doesn't give much hope for life
Just a simple six months ago
There was no thought of dying

Even less hope in your case
Just prolonging time
You could spend what little you have left
Or go ahead and say your goodbyes

Holding on
Barely holding on...

No matter your life's lot
The position that you hold
We're all in the same boat on the same stream
Trying to stay afloat

There are so many different scenarios
Which could haunt many a page
That in life continually follow us
Throughout all our days of

Holding on
Barely holding on...

I perceive no beauty
In the rising of the sun
No peace in caressing sweet breezes
Being only one

The colors of my world
Simply described
Are muted black and gray
Upon my weak frail shoulders
The mantle of loneliness lay

My ears no longer recognize
Lovely odd melodies
Of singing evening birds
Silent
Motionless
I utter not a word

The  twisting worn paths I travel
All eventually seem to be the same
There are no longer any blue skies
Only cold dark daggers of rain

This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby  Dec. 26, 2013

Capitalizing on the cuts, Trench deep, hiding painful emotions as they seep. Playing peekaboo with blood that seems to trickle through veins, wishing only for it to course like the floodwaters of torrential rains. A noose tightly wrapped with imaginary hate, contemplating as a never blunted edge waits. Wanting only to release what cannot escape from inside, slowly deciding if it's worth it to.......try.