Chains and Anchors

The time was setting into my skull.
The date was embedded into my brain.
These days were a lot harder than I had imagined them to be,
And I have weighed in far more than the wait.
Though I am a face worth painting,
I cannot be a face worth for saving.
The ugly truths behind the eyes of a wolf,
The pains of a hunger so angry I cannot feel anything.
I have always been an impatient client of this world's ugly trended business.
There have been many times where scars became permanent,
While other wounds healed.
Some would call the ways of the flow different.
Perhaps this is emotion in motion,
How do you feel?
Still I remain in place,
Thinking of what next to say.
I am speechless for the world took my breathe away.
They took my passions,
They soiled my pride.
They beat me inside,
And the timing was right.
A citizen of need.
A governor of want.
The plague tried to swipe me,
To me it was just another day in the swamp.

A Train of Thought

I sit in my seat dreaming of things.
The way smells and sights used to be more than minute flings.
I sat around placing them all.
Any noise or sight would cause them to fall.
I could hear the waves of laughter in my ears,
But there were no children to be found.
No lives reaching out for a pause,
No questions about it, the drowning of sound.
I still sit there dreaming,
Walking through a fog.
A mist that took away the reality I lived in,
Placing me in a world of wild scenes and songs.
I sang to myself, then along with the wild.
They seemed extra quiet today,
Even with mouths wide open to see them screaming,
They were pleasantly mild.
Yet I still begin to dream again,
Walking to another mystery,
I lost myself today,
No place known in history.
No maps for guidance,
No footprints to follow.
I was lost in my mind.
I was lost in the time.
To stop now was cruel,
But the radio came on,
This was the end of that song,
The end of that day was near,
And I had twelve other places to wallow.
Could this be sorrow?
Perhaps the question will be answered tomorrow.