Gossamer ghosts
Of what is longed for
In the soul
An ideal tried
To be forgotten
With the aid of poison
And the thump of a beat
Woken by
The thump of a book
Slamming the desk
Bringing me back to
Heavy boots
A heavier heart
The long for a fresh start
And still no resolve
No solution or direction
My loneliness spreading like a
Contagious infection
Except it goes
Past the clock
Over the line
And it
Cuts
So deep
But I’m too numb to notice
Like Novocain
Piercing my brain
While my eyes
Ice over
And my feet shuffle
To the beat
Of silence
I float for hours
A balloon unattached
But no holiday here
Trying to feel concrete in where
I stand
And though my boots are heavy
They don’t stick
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
Gossamer ghosts
Of what is longed for
In the soul
An ideal tried
To be forgotten
With the aid of poison
And the thump of a beat
Woken by
The thump of a book
Slamming the desk
Bringing me back to
Heavy boots
A heavier heart
The long for a fresh start
And still no resolve
No solution or direction
My loneliness spreading like a
Contagious infection
Except it goes
Past the clock
Over the line
And it
Cuts
So deep
But I’m too numb to notice
Like Novocain
Piercing my brain
While my eyes
Ice over
And my feet shuffle
To the beat
Of silence
I float for hours
A balloon unattached
But no holiday here
Trying to feel concrete in where
I stand
And though my boots are heavy
They don’t stick
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