I, CE
Sometimes to forget is the only saving grace,
A place of still calm,
That lays in my palms,
Slapping me awake again,
From a restless dream of an embrace,
So lost,
Fled for the mercy of another,
A scorn lover,
I shudder at the thought,
Repeating these long lonely nights,
Losing sight of the importance of all things,
One becomes the only,
Nothing left to hold me,
The struggle still unfolding,
Cold and broken again,
Unrepentant sins,
If only prayer could answer all,
And God would take my call,
I would be better,
Or reaping this failure,
Over and over,
Rolling up for cover,
Frozen without a lover.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Friday, May 29, 2020
Unrest
Unrest
Do you understand?
Can you hold the pain?
Can you defend against the hard push from all sides?
All eyes closing in,
Being judged again...
Are you no good?
A failed toy that does not give joy,
That only lays broken on the floor?
A grin lost to a frown again.
Settle in...
The bumps and lumps are coming.
Best not to start running,
For it will only increase the chance of tripping and falling harder.
Can you feel the thick air?
The quiet humble sigh?
The loss of "You" and "I"?
A chest bare and hallowing out,
Letting loose,
Giving way to screams and shouts,
All trapped... Alas.
Time repeats itself,
Time repeats itself,
Fallen off your shelf and smashed into tiny bits of rough glass,
Can we all just laugh again?
Can we all wish and then have a dream that makes it worth saving?
The silence leaves me craving,
Ravenous for a life that flashes in my eyes,
But flies away in a breeze of worn empathy.
The mind begins to plead,
The limbs tirelessly need...
The mind then only will feed on itself.
A sickness for all my wealth of love and patience,
Things I always held too and felt through,
Trying only to get to you.
The place is empty.
It does not want me or need me to just be.
Can you release or just fall to pieces?
Brittle and enraged,
Casting lonely gazes,
Looking for new results in impossible mazes,
The heart wants it does not receive,
It dies a little,
Another plea...
Come back to me,
Don't rule out hope,
Every day changes faster then the next,
Will I always be this thing,
The thing that brings unrest?
Do you understand?
Can you hold the pain?
Can you defend against the hard push from all sides?
All eyes closing in,
Being judged again...
Are you no good?
A failed toy that does not give joy,
That only lays broken on the floor?
A grin lost to a frown again.
Settle in...
The bumps and lumps are coming.
Best not to start running,
For it will only increase the chance of tripping and falling harder.
Can you feel the thick air?
The quiet humble sigh?
The loss of "You" and "I"?
A chest bare and hallowing out,
Letting loose,
Giving way to screams and shouts,
All trapped... Alas.
Time repeats itself,
Time repeats itself,
Fallen off your shelf and smashed into tiny bits of rough glass,
Can we all just laugh again?
Can we all wish and then have a dream that makes it worth saving?
The silence leaves me craving,
Ravenous for a life that flashes in my eyes,
But flies away in a breeze of worn empathy.
The mind begins to plead,
The limbs tirelessly need...
The mind then only will feed on itself.
A sickness for all my wealth of love and patience,
Things I always held too and felt through,
Trying only to get to you.
The place is empty.
It does not want me or need me to just be.
Can you release or just fall to pieces?
Brittle and enraged,
Casting lonely gazes,
Looking for new results in impossible mazes,
The heart wants it does not receive,
It dies a little,
Another plea...
Come back to me,
Don't rule out hope,
Every day changes faster then the next,
Will I always be this thing,
The thing that brings unrest?
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