scribble, scribble

bare trees
skeletons of summer
where has the warmth gone
change is understandable but why
did it have to change for the worse
saddened trees
bending and breaking in the cold wind
almost to that point
slower each day to rise with the sun
still scorching
the other side of the planet right now

a voice unheard
and eyes that don’t touch anymore
eyes that merely observe from afar
longing for the last few words before sleep
taking it’s strong hold
a silhouette still staining every room
the elevated living space once shared
now deserted
no one to share all of the moments
silence and noise
four legged companion cannot replace the loss

the words that lie unread
unheard unseen
eyes once running the pages nightly
hard covers never move
unless under the pen
the sword digging the flesh of the mind
spurting one after another onto
blank spots created for this alone
this alone tearing at the mind
until it spins sideways
until it tires under stones
heavy at times
the rain is constant and it burns the skin

warping warped thought
unrecognizable now
seemingly pointless
finally told to get going
with all of this scribble scribble...