Like a Comet
A Poem
i was going to take the long way down —
but now i’m not so sure about it at all
because heaven above is never kind
and hell below is just a sorry fixation
the truth is that i’m lost like any wayward soul
and i don’t have a thing to welcome me before the gods,
but i try and try and try again each day regardless
as if i’m a beacon in the darkest night
but life is too much, it seems, again and again
till i run dry with every fickle fancy
and i’m so lost in my own head
that i can’t make sense
of up, down, below, sideways — what have you
i loved no one,
and i found no one,
and i thought i was losing my mind
till i couldn’t breathe for the suffocation of it all
oh, i get so sad again and again and again —
and it says something about me that all i’m doing
is standing still at some crossroads unknown
with nothing to do but stand, stand, stand
