Loss

Do you ever just lay over the side Of your bed, feeling blood rush to your brain? To gain a different view, far from the plain. You trick your head, inverting scenes. WE TRIED. They pass by, no contemplation applied. No eyes that see a wider view, DISDAIN. They’re hollow shells consuming, surely vain. They’re soulless creatures flaunting unearned pride. So I lay here, trying to trick my sight, Which way is up or down. I’m peering – there. Decision that I should make and do right, Be informed and prepared, the world, so square. A carefree childhood, taken just for spite. No ignorance allowed; I’m too aware.