Starting Over

Starting over
100 nights
no sleep for the restless
when the weight
of my entire life
is packed up
in card board boxes
duct taped and labeled
slipping into a comma
of lost and found
delirium is a slow buzz
hang over
quietly scanning
empty rooms remains
less and less
of a thrill
there isn’t any sense
of calm or reprieve
only moments
of panic
scrambling for RX
the world view
cameo appearances
in a cheap B flick
box light sparks ignite
another short in the wiring
and tomorrow feels
like a slow burn
flaunting hopes
like a white flag of surrender
what wasn’t gained
last life
hasn’t completely
passed from view
or just another fly by
hit and run
second chance
at starting over…

© 2016 TrilbyYates