hidden :: prev :: next :: It makes me wonder Surrounded by a barrier that was built up over time now gone and left with none of the false impressions those things that shielded my soul from the truth left with nothing but a deep, soulish pain I've never known or at least never acknowledged feeling completely alien, not wanting to face up to the ethereal only wanting to be lost again in the mechanics desiring to be hollowed, desiring to have not life but existence halted relentless is the procession of events, the great machine all things are fluid, constantly moving, no time to pause, to reflect everything deep remains buried, hidden, suffocating for when even the simple things are taken, truly nothing remains nothing (stop feeling sorry for yourself!) and memories pour in and permeate every corner and secret place I was there, if anyone would know it would be me but I don't know, I left as I came, blinded and ignorant blinded, running, driven, as if pursued cut by branches, scraped on rocks, drenched in the crossing bleeding, bruised, but no time for care, no time for healing once in a safe place, once venturing out further and further once remaining safe, attached with chords to the warmth and acceptance out some more, now running, running feeling so secure such bliss now sitting, sitting in the dirt no breeze from my fast pace to mask the stench of my flesh so cold, so cold... (grow up, you baby!) © 1998 (25 june) john r. chase
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