Drawing a line
in the sand
that says,
“This far and no further.”
Taking my little life
back from this hollow substitute.
I tried running away,
but the highway
would not let me by.
I tried escaping on the ocean,
but the waves pushed me back to shore.
.
Drawing a line
on your body;
I thought I could care.
I asked angels and demons
to help me,
but no one answered.
It turns out
even the Devil
is busy on moving day.
I’m all in on this one.
Alone,
but somehow I’ll make it.
.
Tracing a line on the page
with my finger.
Trying to use the words.
I used to feel so much,
but now,
I’m just tired.
I don’t even have the will
to hate those I’m supposed to.
It’s all so boring to me.
Guess I’ll draw another straw,
and see if I can get the short one
this time.
.
.
HG – 2020
