Exodus

This schedule seems alot less
now that your not around
each empty slot depicts
those many days i let you down

but what was i thinking
bound to lose but i try to win
never asked for what you wanted
just a sick reluctance felt within

you glare with angry claws scream and still refuse
the overwhelming reality that I'm hiding in your room

each word you write picks and steals a shard
from a basket of shattered attempts
that you never got round to start
and now its over failure is all we own