I’m scared of permanence
Of any form of an ink stain on a white linen shirt
That no matter how hard I try, the scrubbing I do
Will not disappear, will not fade
One day I will come across a stain that will ******* me
And as I attempt to rid it, it will damage me further
This shirt I wear, lies lightly on my skin. A second skin.
I want to be involved yet fear an embrace
Or rather, confuse being held to being held down
Wings being clipped, screams that fall to deaf ears that cannot hear because what I fear doesn’t exist…
The fear keeps me from playing the game, yes,
But can it keep the game from playing me?
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
I’m scared of permanence
Of any form of an ink stain on a white linen shirt
That no matter how hard I try, the scrubbing I do
Will not disappear, will not fade
One day I will come across a stain that will ******* me
And as I attempt to rid it, it will damage me further
This shirt I wear, lies lightly on my skin. A second skin.
I want to be involved yet fear an embrace
Or rather, confuse being held to being held down
Wings being clipped, screams that fall to deaf ears that cannot hear because what I fear doesn’t exist…
The fear keeps me from playing the game, yes,
But can it keep the game from playing me?
