Friday, September 17, 2010

burning through the wires

I see them--
tiny drops of water
coloring the parched ground
I feel it--
the wind blowing
the unknown around
I prayed for change
and here it is
reaching through me
with fingers of spite
I didn't ask for this
juvenile game
Sometimes we don't know
what we're made of
we rely on others
to tell us the truth
What you're saying to me
is burning through the wires
overloading circuits
I like to keep things tidy
everything in its box
but you seem to have
your fingers in everything
There was a time
I believed anything is possible
now
I refuse to lie to myself
You
are a deadly mix of sins
a reverberation
of what could have been
a reminder
of my downfall
and a curiosity
that knows no bounds
Why have you burrowed so far
into my rotting soul?
and why am I not more alarmed?
It is lonely here
the sun is merciless
and there's nothing to do
but wait for you
and scratch my scabs
The heavens will have to choose
let the rain decide
I don't want to see you
slip away into the night
I know who I am
and what I've done
I deserve recompense
Lonely calleth unto lonely
my shadow calls out for yours
In the darkness
you feel like a dream
in my mind
I know you feel what I feel
It has taken me so long
to draw you this close
so long
and you still feel like a ghost
All I can do is close my eyes
and reach for you
close my eyes
and believe that this is the truth.

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