Dog Days

It's one of those days.

One of those days

Where the world seems closed.

It's one of those days

Where la vie en rose

Has faded into

Life in shades of brown and beige and gray.

It's one of those days.

One of those days 

When you just want to say,

I give up.

It's one of those days

When pounding the pavement

Sends shock waves straight up to your brain

Leaving you with a mother of a headache.

It's one of those days.

One of those days

Where even the possible 

Looks improbable,

Intangible,

Unhaveable.

One of those days

Where what you thought you knew

Becomes untrue

And you stand reeling, 

Focusless
In a haze of apathy,

Wandering blindly through a foreign reality.

It's one of those days.

One of those days

When faith is all that's left,

When you can't even trust yourself,

When all the things you felt

Are uncertain,

When you're bowed and twisted and bent

A heavy, sinking slave to gravity,

When all that's left
Is to stay right where you've knelt.

Possible.

Haveable.

Believeable.

Tangible.

Hands uplifted,

Reaching for the unfathomable,

Holding out for your miracle.

Need to Know

Talk to me.

I've been waiting

But you've been silent.

Just talk to me.

I have my theories- 

Educated guesses- 

About all of this.

But you and I both know

That it's just a fancy way of saying

I have no clue what's going on.

So talk to me.

Make it clear.

'Cause I feel like I'm stagnating in here.

When people ask questions,

I have nothing to respond

And I look like a fool,

Or worse- a pawn!

Tell me is there a purpose,

Or are You just having fun?

Just talk to me.

That's all I'm asking.

Talk to me.

So I know what You're thinking.