Stress

The gateway to the past is demolished

flooding into the hopes of the future

slowly washing them away with

every thought and memory.

 

The stress of the realization that this is

the place that you live only adds

to the erotion that you'll never quite escape.

 

Slowly drowning in the sea of mistakes

already made and thoughts of knowing

those to come, creates the image of

the blood never being quite enough.

 

Lost in the blue, unable to stay above,

the average person, which is we,

are never to be seen again.