Anything Anymore

There isn't a time or place left that I could tell you how I feel. Did you ever love me? Was any of this real? They are questions that have become mixed in with these city lights. It's a pain that is wrapped around me by the cold air like a cloudy blanket I've been here before. I am familiar with this pain. Yet, I am shaking with fear and sadness. I am breaking my heart to see A way out of these cycles Am I just a man of suffering? The shoes seem to fit more and more. I can feel the changes in the air It's not just the cold but the hollowing of my soul. I recall the journal you gave me so long ago. A book to fill with my writings, stories and memories. Its laid empty this whole time There isn't anything anymore Left to say or to be. Maybe there was a reason for me. or maybe I was a second choice. I have nothing left to hold me down. All at once I am lighter than air I am just the boy my Father made me to be I'll pass by with the breeze over houses and trees Maybe up here up at the highest height I'll see what it means to be just me.

by Sebastian Blanchette