Reflection

Tired eyes,
Behind them nothing disguised.
Bags they carry reveal a traveler, weary.
Birth began his journey,
Where he ventures there is no hurry.
He longs for connection,
Something more than his own reflection.
The traveler rests,
Unexpecting of what was to happen next.
Peering through windows fogged,
He finds himself a loss,
The glass wiped clean reveals the unseen.
There she waits in the distance,
And tired eyes are brought to life.
The sun peeks above the trees
And he runs.
He runs,
And he runs.

Jordan McFarlen

The Collector

The collector did as any he does;
Displayed his collection proudly,
Though no eyes but his ever would see,
This fascination which came to be.
His collection defined him,
He was what it was.
He stored up his treasures,
And kept them free of dust.
But what once brought him joy,
Now brought affliction,
His hobby now an addiction.
Once so proudly displayed,
His collection now left in disarray.
Life consumed began to fade,
Until one morning he did not wake,
Surrounded by his own mistake.

Jordan McFarlen

Mention

I won’t get a proper mention
Because she knows how you feel
And doesn’t want to draw attention.
But when she’s upset with you,
Who do you think she turns to?
I’m on the other end of the phone
When she “goes to bed”
And leaves you alone.
You’re not right for her;
That’s something you already know,
But don’t worry,
She’s faithful.
She won’t let you go.
Your knee will bend before her,
And that will be the end of me.
I’ll lay down the key to her heart;
I’ll hide it under the mat.
She’ll step into the wedding ring,
And that will be that.
I won’t answer next time she calls.
I’ll be somewhere else;
Searching for something I’ll never find,
Because I had to leave it behind.

Jordan McFarlen

Steady

Alone;
Burdened;
I know I’m not the only one who’s hurting.
Left;
Abandoned;
I didn’t expect this to happen.
Palms sweaty;
Heart heavy;
Now, these hands shake that used to be steady.

Jordan McFarlen

Steeple

Trapped in this monotony,
Surely this isn’t all You’ve got for me.
They poke and they prod,
Thinking all that I think is odd.
Alone in a room full of people,
Surely there’s more to life than this steeple.

Jordan McFarlen

Runaways

People fallen.
Faith’s runaways.
This can’t be what God planned.
Man, I don’t understand.
Why should He give us so much grace?
All we do is spit in His face.
Shines down on us,
But all we see is rain.
Too much pain, they say.
Know God reigns?
Man, go away.
This isn’t your place.
You don’t know what I’ve been through.
You’re wrong though, I do.
I’ve been where you’ve been,
I’ve sinned where you’ve sinned.
Don’t take this the wrong way,
Can we just stop for a moment and pray?

Jordan McFarlen

Reality

Dissociate from reality and lose your sanity,
That’s what they said to me.
How can I dissociate from reality when I never knew it?
How can I lose my sanity when I never found it?
If it was within reach,
Then maybe I would chase it.
Who is to say that I should?
Who is to say that I could run that fast?
Who is to say that I could outrun my past and find something that lasts?
Not me,
I know,
Because every chance I get,
I blow.
I have been told I am perfect,
But all I am learning is I am not worth it.
No hard feelings,
I promise.
It’s just hard for me,
If I am being honest.
I was excited for what was to come,
But all I got was this,
And all I feel is dumb.

Jordan McFarlen