short poem #1

my mind finds its way back to the old ways

but that kind of thinking won't let me move forward

only back

into bitter chasings of the heart

 

my heart finds its way back to the longing

but these days I'd rather go home

 

energy builds and anxiety calls

i feel you standing next to me

but i won't let myself fall

 

seems like a long way down

too far to fall alone

but maybe hitting rock bottom's

the only way sometimes

 

but only time will tell
so help me to see

if old times have come around