To Collapse On Your Shoulder

 

Today is good.

An average normal day,

as opposed to a disaster.

It feels very satisfying.

 

I only dream things now,

nothing comes out.

And I cry no more,

Not because there's no

reason to cry, or die;

but it's all a lucid dream now.

 

I regret yesterday

and the good times that

came and went.

They make today look bad,

or worse, tomorrow grim.

 

Could it be

that I ran out of emotion?

It's indeed

a very scary notion.

 

But it's not so possible

for I'm still in love.

 

I'm residing a dark,

Hollow place right now;

Yet it feels so warm

almost womb-like.

 

And I think of the misery I was in

Was it only a dream?

Was it a runaway time?

 

And I feel like crying,

I crave hot tears,

but I know better

than to collapse on your shoulder.

My brother of the dark, my beloved friend.

 

Redemption seems out of reach,

Out of the question now

But we all share a connection

A subconscious undying vow…