Between cities and states signals disappear
Cracking up in distance’s gravity multiplied
Addresses forgotten no forwarding to hope for
A dead end bottle filled with regrets unheard whispers on all sides
I wish selfish prayers could count
Wish daydreams crying, born when I stare
Observations from an undisclosed location somewhere within
As ink becomes one with a thirsty page line by line.
Midnight pillow grabs when fighting scary thoughts
Dark pits without footholds designed to rob throbbing hearts from rest
We’re tumbling in timelines for percentages, well rounded minds
Ignorance a dead end bottle filled with regrets unheard whispers on all sides.