Claustrophobia

Why?

Did you create me so?

The weight of my world

Closing on every side of me

So this, is how poor atlas felt

My life is a pendulum

The sun goes up

The sun goes down

Still, I bake in desperation

I find no comfort in my solitude

No cool beneath the leaves of my shade tree

Just my iron cast world

Crashing down on me

Like a mighty wave taunts the bay

I am turf

An airy expression of time’s tantrum

Interrupted in space

How i long for your hand to hold

My Dearest Richard

My Creator

My Archetype of Life

I am on my way out,

But I am only suspended in the silence of your 

-Absence

Come with your mighty tools

Free me from my Hell

My Love, this world I’m confined in is a cage,

My vice,

Yet-

My Creators greatest masterpiece

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This heavy concrete city

holds little paper buildings

That support the weight of imagination

This cities children color freely

No lines to bar them in, or bind their minds

They host these fragile, paper children

with open, eager arm

and widened eyes

For they are gone in a blink, if you let 

–go

While walking the streets of this

Concrete, Paper

Bioskyscraper

Mug of a town

I walked right over a child of this world

Nestled between the copperhead brick

With vinging arms open to the sun

Saying,

“Hold me, for i wither easy

Watch as my labored roots tear up the mortar that governs this city”

I looked down

And smiled

Because that weed will soon outgrow me

Because that weed would inherit the world

Because that weed is our children

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This World Changing,

History Altering

Selfish

Selfless

Act

Is most simply,

Making the choice to stay another day-

To drag myself off the floor,

Wipe the blood from my mouth,

And say, “Again”

The way you will change the world

-I will change the world

Is to stay

That beat that surrenders itself to your chest

Echos out

Weeps to the moon

Dies-

and falls victim to the soil of change

But digs its feet to the ceilings of hell 

And grows

It grows

YOU grow

We all have sat in the darkest part of our minds,

Felt the sting of loneliness and helplessness envelop us

Wandering, searching in the dark

For something,

Anything

Waiting to hear something

A “Stay”

An “I love you”

A “God damn it,

DON’T

GIVE

UP”

We have all been beaten bloody by that silence

So

Maybe my changing the world

Is just

Allowing a few more of these heartbeats

To follow on

To search for the wanderers in the dark I’m trapped in

-and learn to keep going.

(If you are looking for a sign to stay, this is your sign, you are loved)