Too Many Sad Words

Too Many Sad Words

“Too many sad words make a sad, sad song…” I find only the rhythmic hiss and hum of the dryer are here to stir. It must be okay to write—I think it must be okay to just think. Where do my thoughts go? A flicker of the candles draws me. The shadows it casts—the lead in the pencil that outlines my mind, labyrinth of life that only has room for beings of a certain kind. A wrong turn down a dark path could be cause for a delay. But no one is really expecting me soon anywhere, anyways.

            Any path of a choosing all my own, could only lead to weakened strength, my life is not my own. The strokes of a faint shadow as it fills the void is a chord of a song that all must play-but me myself, I want to wait for another day.

            Cause as the day numbers, the letters they spell out the things I have either not seen or known all too well. I wonder if the reader can follow along cause the author just got lost in the lyric of another song. The notes they bounce, the hums they virbrate. The sounds they fall right off the hungry conveyer belt’s plate.

            If we would all just be upfront, this bloodthirsty kill would be down for the count. But if the flicker of this flame be told-years from now what a life it did behold. A camera’s flash can only catch so much, cause the butterflies inside are crying aloud. They scratch and claw like a lost prey, only yearning for the safety away from me.

            But the cage in which they live, was never meant to berate, they can leave as they please I’ve always been polite. Yet when I beg and scream for them to go, I’m met with only a sour note of spilled milk and overdone eggs. The color askew the taste akimbo, who would ever come close? None of which I know.

            Breathing slows and hand follows suite-my eye lids they cry to be allowed enroute. The thoughts aswirl collide with the butterflies, berated of thoughts, lead on between the lines. Back to sleep mayhaps they go. I’ll respect their wishes. Little did they know. Little did they know.