arrival

standing in the same place

I stood yesterday

but my shoes have two more holes

than they did before

and the ache in my chest

spread up my neck

and my face is hot with heartbreak

I could walk foreward

or I could walk back

either way I'd end up

right where I am

my world is a sphere

of rage and regret

and it doesn't take long

to circle back

I've walked over oceans

I've trudged beneath fences

trying to get to some other where

trying to be anywhere but here

stuck in a rut

tripping over my own edges

leaving me broken bored and

endless