Thoughts on a dock

Fingers twitching

keyboard sleeping

next lines may be deep

or a mystery

about switching

off the lights

so you can’t see tears

drop to the floor

cause if I don’t allow myself

to be honest

let it be known that pain

does exist within

then I have failed

to share my little pail

full of life.

Now, if you have made it

this far

you know not to be looking for

a polished star

instead you will find

rust, cobwebs and a little

of what’s left of me

after the deluge

that I swam out of

thinking myself the only one

left standing confused.

Still a mystery

but called life by some

others see bumps in the road

stop signs and yield

some dressed in steel

prepared to battle demons

while some believe in wings

that will lift them above it all.

Wake up keyboard

time to deliver the message

shine like never before

but wait, it’s only me

not a machine.

2014