let my emotions take over me,

i feel cowardice waiting for this hourglass

to tip over and break from the weight of the sand,

i used to gain enjoyment from banging pans,

clanging wooden spoons watching noise cruise through the room,

i’d watch the moon before i go to sleep,

now things are watching me,

shame is a disorder that borders my ragged corners,

i’m as useless as a laundromat that doesn’t take quarters,

of course i wish i was more of hero instead of a mourner,

but even spidey couldn’t save gwen stacy,

when being a hero isn’t all it’s cracked up to be…

as a kid still trying to hold my mother’s hands as i walk the street…

my dreams are lightly ending me

i wonder what my ending’ll be