876
by Jono Decipeda
Eyes agape
Wide awake
Contemplating the escape
That the drunk cacophony outside the door repeatedly tempts him to take.
Muffled joy,
Poisonous freedom,
His prideful judgement brought about
Without
Thinking about the world and the lies that She feeds them
Warm pillow,
Tear stains
Futile flipping looking for comfort that pain
Stakingly reminds him of the life he wishes he never left.
Deja vu,
Not again.
Reaction
To his contrasting values,
and stereotypical truths,
First impressions marred by his exterior hue.
"Is it me? Or is it them?" He's torn.
He reminisces in remorse,
his decision, uninformed,
looking back,
Coincidentally recognizing the confidence he forgot to pack.
Repeatedly turning his head,
Indecisive hero,
Past accomplishments impeding the future that he himself said
Would bring him happiness and pull him from the low
Ceiling that he was so utterly determined to shatter
Default connections
Unassuming distraction
Putting on a happy face, faking a life of action
Constant interaction, the sharing of a Psalm,
They remind him of a life well worth living on.
Unbreakable Bond
Building community,
The longing to fit in,
His closed mindedness and Values paper thin, Make him miss the opportunity,
That he could once again live in ambition
Weary soul,
No enthusiasm,
Thrust into the darkness, into the chasm.
Not sure if he can last in this fish bowl,
Nope.
He's drowning,
Barely holding on to a dormant Hope
The small still Voice,
The feeling in his being,
Eyes up to the God who's choice was seeing
That His Son come to die,
Even for those He sees fleeing
Outstretched arms,
Infinite reverence,
For those who meant no harm,
Through they & their Father's severance
Grace He lavished,
Unstoppable love,
All praise and glory to God up above,
Who never gave up, not on you, not on me
In fact He invites us all to His family tree
His Power
His Grace
His Goodness
His Faith
Held together a life bound to desist
A life that I Left in room eight seven six