Saturday, August 18, 2012

Monsoon


The house
Having risen into the clouds
Dampness permeating
One with the expectation of rain
Senses full
Thoughts released with the falling
Comes to rest
On the previously parched earth

Block


Enemy paper
Pencil a weapon that
Stabs
Shreds
Rends
With a dull edge
Tears dry up
Throat closes
In time to a slowing heart
The thump, thump, thump
Deadened
A mind wrapped in mud
Insulation
Isolation
The fear of being known
The only life force
Erase!
Erase!
Wipe these words from the page
From the very thoughts
Exposing
It's not real
A play
A role
A part in this imaginary score
Keeping score
Because to win this game
Is to keep it all
Keep it all locked away
From me
For me
It's never about me
Keep you happy
A happy you is a free me
Free to be left alone
Though I never really feel alone
It's never enough
Never satisfied
The ache
Throbbing pain
The thump, thump, thump
Deadened sounds
Deadened feelings
Dead hope in knowing myself