Writing

Click

Click

Click

I push at the eraser

of my mechanical pencil.

Watching the lead peek out to say

“Hello!”

The rush of information from a single swipe

Is a current that threatens to sweep me away

Each new voice adding another issue to the many already bouncing around my head.

I’ve been told,

That I have a gift for words,

Here lie the depressing thoughts,

I keep hiding in my metaphors

so no one guesses they're mine.

Hope is often used as a term to wish for something.

But hope is broad.

Vague.

Some people hope to win a sports game.

O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Does it? 

Is our pride in a land of freedom and bravery? 

i was running.

because that’s all I could do.

run.

my dirty red converse slapped the pavement.

i was at the park now.

faster

faster i ran.

past tourists,

past benches dedicated to the lost,