Oh poor little elephant in the room.
No one knows him.
He cries repent.
But I still will not let him go.
I won't speak of him.
Not a word.
He hangs from my ear lobes.
Sits in my eyes.
Slouches my shoulders.
And sometimes makes me cry.
He is big...
But invisible to the eye.
He wants to leave,
I want him to.
But this chain is ample.
And clamped to me tight.
Where is the key?
Not in sight.
I know its here somewhere.
Or maybe hours away.
Poor little elephant in the room.
He needs to be free.
He needs to be with his momma.
Which unfortunately is me.
I have created this elephant.
This elephant of distrust.
Its no ones fault but my own.
But this I feel is unjust.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
Oh poor little elephant in the room.
No one knows him.
He cries repent.
But I still will not let him go.
I won't speak of him.
Not a word.
He hangs from my ear lobes.
Sits in my eyes.
Slouches my shoulders.
And sometimes makes me cry.
He is big...
But invisible to the eye.
He wants to leave,
I want him to.
But this chain is ample.
And clamped to me tight.
Where is the key?
Not in sight.
I know its here somewhere.
Or maybe hours away.
Poor little elephant in the room.
He needs to be free.
He needs to be with his momma.
Which unfortunately is me.
I have created this elephant.
This elephant of distrust.
Its no ones fault but my own.
But this I feel is unjust.
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