will the pain stop?

staring at the crossroad
through the abyss
life – bought and sold
still searching for peace

thoughts – they won’t leave me
of ropes and ladders
a quantum of happiness and i’m
scared and shattered

chances: badly fared
and the world goes on
will a moment be spared
if i’m gone?

could it be better somewhere
with but just a hop
freight train on the tracks
will the pain stop?

nomad

a rucksack full of clothes
memories, in every pocket
and one old, bulky laptop
to relive them all

i find myself asleep now
berth to berth, shivering
forgotten by life itself
and i – forgetting to live

trapped within my own mind
staring at walls made of failure
desperate for a window
just for a ray of light

aimless at the crossroads
dragging my feet on, and on
how i hope this sack were light
and i’d just find home

wonderful world

i feel lost all the time
scared; petrified of the world
for it stares; piercing stares
to make me look down

and on it goes with happy lives
glossy finish and leather covers
never to find a speck of dust
while i bite it again and again

why must i be in a constant battle
without even a chance to prove
when the world moves just fine
with mediocrity abound

i feel lost all the time
angry; enraged at the world
for it laughs; petty laughs
to make me hurt myself