What do you see when you read
my lines?

Sobered up and got trapped
in my mind.

Gonna stop looking for
what I can’t find.

Rage to peace and shades of hate –
Backspace… but it is too late.
Fear of nothing, yesterday’s pain –
Charging through the gate again.

Lie on the ceiling and stare at the floor.
Not even wondering why anymore.
Tired of truth buried in lies –
Tired of what hides behind my eyes.

Echos of the past come calling
Thought I was walking, but I am falling,
There is nothing for you to do
There is no help in you.

Colored words on paper of steel.
Nothing matters – nothing’s real.
Racing, racing without an end
Spin the cap and play again?

What do you see when you read
my lines?

Straightened up and
lost my mind.

Words cannot uncover –
what I cannot find.

Tossing pebbles over each side…
Exposed with nowhere to hide.
Write into the future, erase the past,
The present way to fast to last.

Pause to hear the flowers grow.
Try try try to slow –
this twisted mind, my enemy –
that will never let me be free.

Flying bleeding crying dying –
friends long past now still trying –
to reach out to me with memories.
They found their own way to be free.

Whine some more in childish rhyme –
Release the pressure for a time…
Until the valve sticks and time implodes –
At the end of the ink there is no road.

What do you see when you read
my lines?

Sobered up and got trapped
in my mind.

I just stopped looking for
what I can’t find.

~ Barry Veinotte