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Quickly, now Before I forget Before the cold rain washes this soot from my body I need to remember It kills me to remember Was it real? True? Honest? Real, even so So real in so many ways It's not your reality that stains me I slid through a slime covered door Wiggled in through the mirror Unsure of what I would find there I thought I could handle it This cliff edge I was in an unfamiliar room Taking in all I could see My eyes like camera lenses Strategically placed on the floor Bound to the spot like tethered dead weight I could have stopped it I could have I could have stopped it I could have I could have stopped it from tainting my soul I could not have stopped it From happening As it Had Already happened And so it happened Real for them Real for me Real to the world On every level a ****** up reality And it chipped away It tore chunks from part of me Demolished a part of me That I didn't even know was still there That I would have kept to my dying day Powerless to stop Only stare Judged guilty By an unwillingness To turn away To turn away Not so hard to do Close my eyes Squeeze them shut Tightly, tightly Only to be consumed by The sound, the noise The muscle and skin-muffled bone Absorbing the shock Of a wooden floor Like a fish out of water Flipping and flopping Held down by the bigger fish Gasping for water Teased, destroyed then released Puncture my ear drums I cannot stand these Terror, helplessness, anger, loss I cry for you I cry with you But I cannot cry for myself Tears won't fall from these open eyes I cannot squelch The echoing memory of your brokenness That resounds and repeats and courses through my heart Through my very existence Changed forever By an impulse To See
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 6:53 AM UTC
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Quickly, now Before I forget Before the cold rain washes this soot from my body I need to remember It kills me to remember Was it real? True? Honest? Real, even so So real in so many ways It's not your reality that stains me I slid through a slime covered door Wiggled in through the mirror Unsure of what I would find there I thought I could handle it This cliff edge I was in an unfamiliar room Taking in all I could see My eyes like camera lenses Strategically placed on the floor Bound to the spot like tethered dead weight I could have stopped it I could have I could have stopped it I could have I could have stopped it from tainting my soul I could not have stopped it From happening As it Had Already happened And so it happened Real for them Real for me Real to the world On every level a ****** up reality And it chipped away It tore chunks from part of me Demolished a part of me That I didn't even know was still there That I would have kept to my dying day Powerless to stop Only stare Judged guilty By an unwillingness To turn away To turn away Not so hard to do Close my eyes Squeeze them shut Tightly, tightly Only to be consumed by The sound, the noise The muscle and skin-muffled bone Absorbing the shock Of a wooden floor Like a fish out of water Flipping and flopping Held down by the bigger fish Gasping for water Teased, destroyed then released Puncture my ear drums I cannot stand these Terror, helplessness, anger, loss I cry for you I cry with you But I cannot cry for myself Tears won't fall from these open eyes I cannot squelch The echoing memory of your brokenness That resounds and repeats and courses through my heart Through my very existence Changed forever By an impulse To See
from Bipolar Confessional http://bipolarconfessional.blogspot.com © 2010 by James Arthur Casey
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 6:53 AM UTC
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