Hopeless
You wonder how you end up back here,
Staring at the bottom of an empty glass.
Numb mouth, number brain.
The whirl of activity slowed to something tolerable.
It's like an endless chain
A family heirloom lurking in the attic.
But, almost, a result of,
Inactivity.
Nothing but lonely nights, endless fights, and
Dreamt up conversations.
A child with a wild imagination,
An adult trapped inside the world.
Dreams gone sour, so big
You might as well scale Everest.
I open the front door every morning,
And face the endless road outside.
It seems to lead to nowhere,
I have no destination.
Life's a blur of mundane events.
Linking in a chain of endless repetition,
Until you're staring down the barrel of a gun.
It's a bit all over the place, I'm not happy with my punctuation (as usual). Con crit would be liked :)