Dead End

its no wonder

i hold a broken compass in one hand

and a broken heart in the other

sitting here now

at this dead end

i set sail on this journey

without discretion

direction

or any means of detection

for these life altering connections

i've made...

least of all

the ones that sit with me

at this dead end

i watched labels

and inhibitions

with careful concentration

fly out car windows

and off roof tops

with no care

or anticipation

of their predestined

destination...

sitting next to me

at this dead end

days, months and years

tied together

blind eyes, smiles and tears

that exposed

tied tongues, hopes and fears

reassuring the voice inside hearts

and heads

that everything may never be as it appears

even now

even here

as it all sits with me

at this dead end

my body is anxious and sore

while my mind can only wish

hope

and pretend

that it's not time to sit here

to sit alone with these memories

alone...

at this dead end