poems from a time distant, but still achingly true |
June 29 004 I look at the ground To steady my feet Study my emotions But the ground falls away Into a cloud of colors Dark bright Confused I try to catch the fog with the mind Once again fades away Past the night In forgotten lands lit only by pain Forgotten in life **** June 28, 004 Thinking Emotions cloud thoughts I push away the focus that lurks in the back in the dark of my mind Pushing away To deal with later Remaining still stalks Inevitable Impossible **** June 28, 004 Pushing away emotions Until tomorrow I forge ahead into the now Attempting to forget Leave behind whom I am Strip heart from mind To leave it behind Lingering in the dust Hopefully forgotten By me By the world **** March 18, 003 I write but The words Don’t matter The stroke of the pen Wont matter What matters Is that the words take form I realize the reasons The words exist Reasons I Desire to ignore I can hide No more Too painful To know Too stubborn To hide Too real To rationalize And they remain I write But the words Don’t matter I can no longer Escape **** Clouded windows Removed myself from this world Clouded windows I refuse to look through the fog I am afraid of what I might not see Fears of what the world may not show I refuse to think Refuse to feel Refuse to see So afraid my world is real Clouded windows Safe within And yet I’m suffocating I refuse to think Refuse to feel So afraid my world may not be real |