I was on my Livejournal earlier and I saw some poems there from years that have long passed. Oh man, I had the flow. Too bad is now burried beneath a pile of rubble.

The light in the next room is on and the TV is blaring; drowning out the sounds of the night. Your mother sleeps in the next room, waiting to awake to another fast paced day. Your head lulls to the side, you're drifting. In and out. A man you never knew sits in a chair in the living room, bland from all the years of knowing too much. Your little brother is off somewhere, making an adventure or two out of nothing and everything. Your eyes are drooping and you know time is heaving, and weighing down on you. There is no chance of survival and you don't care. You look to the mirror next to you, all the wrinkles and sad smiles are dissipating and all that remains are faded pictures stuck to the glass. You're dying within yourself. A lonely soul with no future to look for in sight. You try to think of all the memories shared. Everything that was torn from your blue sky, all that remains are the pieces of identity and possibility. You gave and shunned no one. You walk slowly to an already rocking wooden chair. Your hair falls over your shoulders; a small burden. Your lashes way heavy on your eye lids and slowly you close your eyes in pleasure. Maybe an hour or so you will rush into a deep sleep and come to life once again a little later. But time has stopped and you're suspended in sleep. Not one will awake until it's too late. You have drifted...they have listened, and tomorrow they will morn. A small smile will crease across your thin, pale lips. You gave time a chance, it took all you gave and more. But tomorrow is your turn to receive. You're better off and complete. And they never said life was cheap.

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