my one consistency in life was change.
an abrupt euphoria but,
like an electric shock surged through
my body.
overwhelming sadness that
thickened the air and tightened
my throat.
like an irrational anxiety over
a misplaced towel drowned
my mind.
an erratic impulse
shredded my trust and battered
my love.
my fear outweighed the right decision,
when change and chaos were comfort
left cheek turned on the right decision.
fear overtook me like a possessor
all my logic went out the door,
consequences were no longer in sight.
my one consistency in life was change;
funny how comfort can kill.
the right decision was overlooked as
i strolled through the dimly lit, midnight street.
you dreaming soundly of
the day of white and pink and blue
not knowing black would unfold onto you.
no thought to the effect i was causing
no thought to the reactions of my actions.
still,
consistent change created comfortability
like,
waking up as a child in your parents bed
or,
laying embraced with the one you love
but,
it wasn't worth the chase
wasn't worth the hunt
wasn't worth the destruction
of the glass city smashed to the ground in a single step.
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