Rain beats down upon
unlit sidewalks
the black world of
whispers unseen
my fingers grip each other
wringing, unsure of themselves
eyes closed against the darkness
finding it only deeper within
it’s as if I have a shotgun in my mouth
and I like the taste of the gunmetal
a pure metallic sharpness
that leaves all else to rot and decay
in the wilderness of my dismay
where do I turn when everything has left?
all directions look the same
when staying here is no different
from shifting there
the only movement is from
the drums resounding inside
pounding the rhythm of truth
someone once told me
that we are all connected
strings tying hearts
careful knots in all of us
at times we feel cut
severed and alone
nothing touches us
no hands held out to save
but beneath the surface
feeling around in the black
we find these strings
infinite in number and strength
unbroken
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
Rain beats down upon
unlit sidewalks
the black world of
whispers unseen
my fingers grip each other
wringing, unsure of themselves
eyes closed against the darkness
finding it only deeper within
it’s as if I have a shotgun in my mouth
and I like the taste of the gunmetal
a pure metallic sharpness
that leaves all else to rot and decay
in the wilderness of my dismay
where do I turn when everything has left?
all directions look the same
when staying here is no different
from shifting there
the only movement is from
the drums resounding inside
pounding the rhythm of truth
someone once told me
that we are all connected
strings tying hearts
careful knots in all of us
at times we feel cut
severed and alone
nothing touches us
no hands held out to save
but beneath the surface
feeling around in the black
we find these strings
infinite in number and strength
unbroken
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