Reaching
for the words to say
pulling them from
this black hole
of tempted misery
Tempted to call
hesitant to dial
closing the phone
in desperation
Writhing and twisting
with aches that persist
and **** with delicate intent
keys pressed to my fingers
my words flow out of me
into this medium of
electronic space
Not from my hand
do my words come from
but my mind, my pen
a useless old friend that
is neglected beside me
An overwhelming wave
of ocean sweeps over me
crashing in on my thoughts
On the cusp of a revelation!
the wave pulls back out to sea
lost in the translation of the water
mixing spitefully to muddle my
epiphany, my fleeting thought
lost in an ocean of feeling
One hand grasping onto the shore
gripping at the sandy surface
with nothing concrete to hold on to
Thrashing away while I dig myself
a hole in the sand that deepens
by the second
Digging my grave I weep,
the sand mixing with my hot tears
as they stream freely down my face
making mud
A muddy grave I am doomed
to lie in,
to be reduced to a pile of nothing
that gets washed away,
swept up in the
ocean of emotions
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
Reaching
for the words to say
pulling them from
this black hole
of tempted misery
Tempted to call
hesitant to dial
closing the phone
in desperation
Writhing and twisting
with aches that persist
and **** with delicate intent
keys pressed to my fingers
my words flow out of me
into this medium of
electronic space
Not from my hand
do my words come from
but my mind, my pen
a useless old friend that
is neglected beside me
An overwhelming wave
of ocean sweeps over me
crashing in on my thoughts
On the cusp of a revelation!
the wave pulls back out to sea
lost in the translation of the water
mixing spitefully to muddle my
epiphany, my fleeting thought
lost in an ocean of feeling
One hand grasping onto the shore
gripping at the sandy surface
with nothing concrete to hold on to
Thrashing away while I dig myself
a hole in the sand that deepens
by the second
Digging my grave I weep,
the sand mixing with my hot tears
as they stream freely down my face
making mud
A muddy grave I am doomed
to lie in,
to be reduced to a pile of nothing
that gets washed away,
swept up in the
ocean of emotions
Written: January 26, 2010
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