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 
Xanax 
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... 

© 2013 Trilby