Wanting, waiting, asking.
Expecting what cannot be given.
Youthful and inexperienced.

Yet they do not acknowledge this.
Told blatantly, ignorance is chosen.
Truth is not accepted.

Despite how it is needed.
False security, lies are wanted.
They will not receive it.

Not from me.

Splitting, leaking what's left of me.

Pain
Longing

Its not going to yield.

Ever!

To forgiving, kind
Far to simple

Physically clasping
At that reality.

Universal promise
I will die for you!

Why?

Surely a promise of imortality
Is more meaningful.

I was so angry
You took everything
He laid out
Like a starved pup

Now I understand
I'm sorry
You hoped
Unable to give up

On that person
You loved
It doesn't dissapear
Even now

Promised myself
Not to follow
Your path
****** genes!

Penetrating walls
With great persistance, is the
Drunken sleepers growl.

Tomorrow she will;
Strike accurate and brutal
It's the game, her rules.

Ears filled with sounds of clicking stones beneath my feet.
Eyes itch with dust from the path that stretches in front.
Skin caressed firmly by the winds urgent passing.
Nose assaulted from the stench of horses waste.
Mouth blasted with memories of past journeys this way.
Lungs labour at the familiar distance fondly.
Mind composed calm with only one focus, home.

Tomorrow she will
Strike accurate and brutal
It's the game, her rules.

Silent it has been
Of late, without a flicker,
Ones creative state.

Ripe the comment was
A point at which to start new
Ready for picking.

Craving missundertood
Is freedom
For its life's great lie
What world be left?
Cannot imagine
For we have not been
Ever wholely free
These goals
Rules
Bonds
Laws
Keep it here
Just.

Each minute silence
Creates an eternal space
For those stolen loves.

What I surpress is,
A Passion not openly
Discussed as desired.

Maybe
Its a mixture
Wisdom, age, Influence
That allows me
Such clarity
Insight
To everyone's
Pains
Hurt
Lies
Maybe?