It seems taxing,

to feel the other side.

While in one moment the whole world

seems wrapped into one outcome,

there is so much else out there

makes up the universe we live in.

All I really have are the words,

nothing really defined, all speculation.

I’m sitting here tonight,

entering the twilight,

my dog sleeping nearby thinking nothing 

of me slapping away at my keyboard.

If only there were a peace,

where the constant storms would abate,

where once began I would finish,

without losing hope upon what once was

and can never be again.

I’m wandering alone again,

unable to really free myself of my mistakes,

more caught in a constant vacuum,

no solutions, only a sentencing. 

Seems always a similar mindset,

seems dull in respect to real peace.