Don’t 

​I’m sitting here

And I don’t know if

I’m actually sitting 

Here

 

So don’t 

Just don’t 

 

I know the words

You’ll say

I have them memorised

 

But something’s off

 

Something is missing

It’s on the tip of my tongue

 

A snap of my fingers

And it’ll come to me

 

What’s going to happen

Now?

 

Now that we know

What we wanted

Isn’t going to happen

 

Or

 

Did you really want them to happen?

 

It’s okay

 

You don’t have to lie to me

 

You have finally

Found the courage 

To speak your mind

 

So speak

Just speak

 

Bang your fists

On the marble

And speak through the swelling tears

Cause I’m cold

 

So cold

 

I’m cold for you

But oh, so warm

Get it?

 

It’s okay

You don’t have to

 

I can live with that

 

And

 

You can paint yourself

Blind

With all your lies

 

Let it eat you up

From the inside

Out

 

Cause I feel it

I feel the loss

 

I am at a loss

Of words

 

Talking about it convulates 

It

muddling the pool

Where I’m just trying to sink

 

So don’t 

Just don’t. 

Zugzwang

​Through unspeakable terrain

And a journey so remarkable 

The beetle finds himself 

Land upon the windowsill

                                                 upon its back

 

Its spindly legs

Frail about frantically 

Trying to correct the world

At least from its perspective 

 

The beetle is greeted

With an occupant of the

Windowsill

 

Its a spider

Slowly it descends

 

Quickly it pounces

On the beetle

 

Spinning web upon the

Beetle’s spindly legs

 

While the beetle

On its back

Tries frantically to escape,

Eluding the spider

 

I

Watch 

 

From my desk

 

As these events unfold

 

And ponder on the dilemma I’m presented

 

If I watch and not act

I condemn the beetle

To death

 

For if I aid the beetle

In its escape

And the spider starves

Another day

 

In chess, it’s called Zugzwang

When the only viable move

Is not to move at all

 

And as long as you don’t make a decision

Everything is possible