Foreign Places.

Thoughts shatter and fall
Like censored brainwaves and
Broken promises,
And unaltered I remain,
In a world stacked with
Unsuccessful changes,
And phony propaganda.

My heart breaks for the deceased
As it does for falling snow,
And each flake that scatters in partings
Above my nose, withers
My cruelty in motion for
Immediate passing.

Releasing empty emotions is as malicious
As unheated left overs from a night
Of unhealthy choices and
Vague memories mocked by
Society and its flaws.

My eyes remain pickled and drawn
Like two eyes soaring in the centre
Of the unavailing spotlight gazing at
Unfamiliar faces, listening in on
The unimportant words of a speech overused
And abused.

By the end
I feel tethered
And silly.