Buried

Buried

What I wouldn’t give for a

Distraction.

A station to slow

My speeding train of thought.

You’re the sun

Each thought a stare;

The longer the more painful, but

I can not stop myself

Only in empty slumber

Can I, with eyes and mind closed.

Escape your illumination with

Rays wrapping around my

Exhausted mind.

I am in bondage

A slave to precious memories,

I clasp to my breast,

As an infant with a worn, stuffed bear.

I see a glow in the distance;

Is it the end of out darkened stage,

Or another one of the yellow

Dead end

Signs?

At every attempt to progress

Toward it,

I find myself unable to move.

So I will sit and wait.

The effort I exert is a fruitless labor.

Nothing I do matters

The answer lies

Buried in your head

Think about it for a while.