Distracted Poem by Brian Archibald

I get so distracted.
When I can't figure out the thoughts of those around me.
When people see straight through you.
It makes you sit & wonder.
Why should you even bother?
When the world seems against you.
& your flaws are exposed; for what they are.
When everything exploits to be nit & clean.
& the ones around you want nothing left in between.
The blues eyes looking a past you.
Feeling the guidance of the fallen ones above you.
Helping you throughout your struggles.
Drawing you in & grasping you closely.
Letting you know.
Everything is alright; everything is ok.
Until you feel their is nothing to left to designate you towards your goals.
& it tears me apart.

Still I wonder.
Still I ponder.
Why does everything matter?
What is the conclusion to life?
What is beyond the gray line?
Do we all know?
Or just a defect prompt of a pagan.

The world is so distracted; feelings are so misguided.
Spoken words; are better left alone.
Life is a tomb; growing cold.