Fragments

fleeing from thoughts
is this all there is to life
the repetition of days
and minutes spent
on yawning nothingness

struggles for a handful of coins
waiting for the next cup of coffee
to taste the scalding liquid
making me feel at least
not all dead and buried

threadbare blankets
flatten pillows
cold rainy nights
all I feel is the wish
to sleep and dream

there's no joy
in songs
no truth in all
the pretty smiles
or honesty in embraces

fragmented thoughts
I wish I am where you are.