Stuck in Chicago

I’m stuck here. The city that consumes is swallowing me whole. The land is dreary and the buildings are soul list. I am but one of many being exhausted of all ambition. I look to a future that is hard to see when so many doors are closed now and the hallway leads to darkness. Find me here gazing at a reflection of bare broken face bereft of all focus. Awaiting the tides to bring me back to shore. I am tiny and the strong walk over me stomping out the last embers of my dreams. I now lust for natural disasters when she frees us all of our misfortune and all our inadequacies.

Still Lost

Followed the path that found me empty

Searched for silent nuances in the road

Echoes that stimulated the corners of my brain long ago

When I was young and aggrieved

Running from the norm and laughing at the test

Skulking so terrified of the trouncing stares

Once I was wonderful and well pronounced

A symbol of something never implicit

Although how it imbued all that came into focus

I remember the day when I was young

For today I am old and so lost

My road slipped away