Breathing Room
They never talk
so how do you suppose
they could possibly know
every idiosyncrasy
from moments of clarity
to downright lunacy?
Trying to hold conversations
is akin to pulling teeth
No new revelations
will surface at all this week
windows are locked
draped with blankets
blocking out all the sounds
going another round
riding out this storm
that's bringing me down
She said you looked great
after all these years
But you are filled with rage
too riled up for tears
watching a close knit family
crumble apart with each reveal
wishing I could say that I don't feel
no breathing room
as the air has gone stale
a promise made has ultimately failed
Now my single friends are all attached
remembering the past
clutching a half empty glass
wondering where do I go?
hoping these mood swings won't last
this freewill is surely sinking fast
mathiasthom
written 8/30/10
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