Wave.

I wish I broke mirrors

Instead of promises

But all I see is a shattered conscience

Staring right back at me.

I wish I had covered all my tracks completely,

I'm so afraid.

Is that the light at the far end of the tunnel

or just the train?

Melancholy,

 please cut to the chase

and cut a long story short.

Oh, please be done, how much longer

can this drama afford to run?

I forget the last time I felt brave

I just recall insecurity

and it came down like a tidal wave

swept over me.

But sadly then, all my heavy hopes

just pull me back down 

again.

The end is uncertain

and I've never been so afraid.

But I don't need a telescope

to see that there's hope

and that 

makes me
feel brave.

It's one of those day

when thoughts overwhelm your mind

and

past memories hit you straight in the face.

Am I awake now?

I truly hope so.