slip pin g out of vie w
the words elude.
so keep there
at paper or/// screen till the sentence---- rushes into sight.
^^ butcher it.
keep it.<< >> analyse it.
toss it . kiss it.
where w a s it? was it ee ee e even here?
a tremor in the night
awoken without the memory
(all poets say is a million different "I can't love you any other way.")
of a line i wanted to write.
I'm tired of feeling this way
No matter what the day
Tired of feeling disjointed, disfigured
With my missing parts scattered on the ground
Knowing not all the parts are there to be found
I am only deconstructed, not reconstructed
I can never again be whole
I'll never be myself of old
Someone tell me why I should go on
Only a piece of a person, most of me gone
I just want to lay the rest of me down, how can that be wrong
— The End —