Everything in my mind is choppy
Like haphazard jagged icicles waiting
To fall and fracture themselves.
I'm usually afraid of change
Which is so frequent here,
That I would have to slow time down
To notice it.
Distance has never meant so much
To just one person
On one end of a double edged sword
I try and I try,
But second best is my residence.
Everything in my mind is pulling back,
From them, from him, from me
Recoil is done best in the confines
Of a three windowed room in the dark.
They tell me hastily to quicken my pace
My fingers tremble when I open locks
The keys fall, and I shudder at the sight
Of the red eyed girl I see in the window.
I am a question mark, preceded by nothing
Succeeded by silence
For that is all
My heart and my soul will ever mean
To the other end of the sword I weild.