So...Lazy

A number takes the place of a moment

All that is left is to acknowledge

Only objects that stand alone

Powerless, you are carried onward by the current

Grief and sorrow mingle indiscriminately

Anguish

Heavy, weighed down by memories,

She lies, curled up with her blanket and book

A solitary figure

A man steps forward,

Knee deep in forgiveness,

And out into the sun 

Sometimes, when I want to write something but am far too lazy, I collect some lines from old pieces and stitch them together.