This Time Alone

A poem about failing and falling

Limelights, Post Lights, Stop Lights
Running through my consciousness like mirrors
Reflecting into a dreamlike state of theory and promise
heeding no replies from others, just a glimpse of spasm or spark
In fact.....
This light is compromising everything needed to make a dream my own

Her truth is evidence that all is in fact "not well"
I am ambivalent to these ideas of hope and sunlight
As she fumbles towards a way to swim into this conversation
I seem to laugh at the notion of "helping out" and "support"
Truly, this situation is one for which both parties seem doomed

Her position within the annexed reality is somewhat disturbing
And I cannot help but laugh, again, at the powerless power of her name
For telling someone where to go or how to get there guarantees nothing
And she is now watching her entire reality bounce around, falling forward
And collapsing into another theory without evidence, evidence without reason
For how can anyone truly think aloud if they cannot think in silence

All of these things I ask, again and again
But still receive no legitimate answers
From anyone