Fish

Surrounded by pages,
can't figure out what it is -
you or stacks of papers?
Work on it later.
Captive in your touch,
I am always too much.
So careful not to disrupt what we're here for.

The sea of life is colored by strife,
the waves of the stage of the play of the night and the day,
and everything waits for something to change.
Roads at night lit up in light, the doom of the shade
in the way you say,
"Sweating is stabilizing" -
Remove, refrain, paralyzing.

Take up writing, 
take up running,
my legs are always sore,
what am I running for?
Astrology,
destiny -
What are they there for?

I'm tired of fishing,
I'm tired of wishing.
I wish I could catch you
but I don't want to swim.
It's all over my face
so why can't you win this race?
You left me and that's too much
like him.


October, 2017