#uncondition
I found myself stuttering yesterday...
clumsily tripping, fumbling,
over words.
The explanation of my whereabouts -
in question.
Like a guilty child.
Awareness then anger emerge.
irritated, indignant hostility.
That I would allow this again -
over and over and over again…
Trying to account for every moment beneath suspicious eyes. Groundless guilt rising up, as I choke, words broke and unspoke
- while the little voice in my head screams "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Thorns tickle my throat
Come
The cranes that feed their
Children;
My son’s already inventing.
The night’s my only staple
Come
The stars that sing for
Others;
I list in endless insomnia.
Slowly glowed the river
Come
The golden sorts of
Dreams;
I leave them for my progeny
And surrender to what I’d sworn.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC