We ignored Truths for temporary happiness--
said we loved when we really loved
ourselves. We could not break the walls
separating this room within our rooms, our hands.
We lived without a fault, nails to our
hands. Our hands
tattooed skins and glazed with rain.
Ain't no pain they say, this way--
out of the door and into the pit
all the while playing fire,
at the end of our wits. Be sane
once, and lose it all later,
you hold my hand and say
a prayer. *Lord, where do we go when we lose
ourselves?* *Where are you? He called
the angels' sirens defeaning.
I am not here, I said. I am not
here. Hear, He said. Here.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
You said--
*in a while everything
every thought, every feeling
anger, sadness, becomes an itch
and it will leave you
as the river is not the same
river, as the desert is not
the same sand.*
Tell me again how it is when
I have yet to learn how long
a while takes
to be someone new, to be
just a little bit different--
how we used to
and how I used to.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC