I feel my pride shatter
For all that's before me
In this waking.
I do not know
Anything

Anymore.

When a heart aches
Without a reason

What does that say?

My past is pulp.
My future is fog.
My present is
Unbalanced.

I long for that carefree tyrant
Of good nature.
He walked off into woods
And left this lonely child
Afraid and shivering.

Was it a good departure?
Will the boy grow up again?

I stay in this box a while,
Because it's too hard to embrace
Simplicity and warmth,
Like I don't want it,
Like I don't deserve.

Where is the road this time
That will take me peaceful,
Purposeful,
Without such unsure passing?

I long for this.