Recharge
My heart
It's deflating
These days
Have been
Much more prickly
Than the last
Recharge
My soul
It's lost
All it's inflated
Hope and momentum
Now hiding somewhere
Recharge
My mind
It's lost it's spark
Losing spark power
And tying my tongue up
Recharge
My life
Before
It flickers out
Words bind us, words break us. Words we create and try to erase have all come to find truth in the fact that in understanding life we make words come alive.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sharp
Harsh
Tones
That have been
Filling my head
Trickling down
Now
Into the rest of me
Making movements
Around important organs
Taking hostage
The pink flesh
And turning it into
Scar tissue
Sharp
Harsh
Noises
That are now
Filling my mind
Ripping into
Everything
That lays so soundly
Peacefully perfect
Without them since they left
Screaming at them
That they
May never rest
Again
Sharp
Harsh
Words
I keep telling
Myself
And every method
To erase them
Has vanished somehow
And I am sitting
Here now wishing
Sharp
Harsh
Things
Would really happen
Now
Harsh
Tones
That have been
Filling my head
Trickling down
Now
Into the rest of me
Making movements
Around important organs
Taking hostage
The pink flesh
And turning it into
Scar tissue
Sharp
Harsh
Noises
That are now
Filling my mind
Ripping into
Everything
That lays so soundly
Peacefully perfect
Without them since they left
Screaming at them
That they
May never rest
Again
Sharp
Harsh
Words
I keep telling
Myself
And every method
To erase them
Has vanished somehow
And I am sitting
Here now wishing
Sharp
Harsh
Things
Would really happen
Now
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