One says this
The other says that
Their words are pecking my ears
Their stares are burning my eyes.
From both sides, pressures entering
as if being compressed by two concrete grey walls.
It is understandable
That it is their duties
To protect what they claim to be theirs.
But the state of powerlessness
of a mediator
is like a rash, reddening my skin.
This battlefield.
Have I no say in it?
Have I nothing to preserve?
My feelings and thoughts, perhaps?
It is undeniable
That awareness is absent.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC
One says this
The other says that
Their words are pecking my ears
Their stares are burning my eyes.
From both sides, pressures entering
as if being compressed by two concrete grey walls.
It is understandable
That it is their duties
To protect what they claim to be theirs.
But the state of powerlessness
of a mediator
is like a rash, reddening my skin.
This battlefield.
Have I no say in it?
Have I nothing to preserve?
My feelings and thoughts, perhaps?
It is undeniable
That awareness is absent.
January 27, 2010 · 9:23 am
http://ridiculousme.wordpress.com/2010/01/27/stuck-in-between/