The Road to Nowhere
Nauseated feelingsAre so comfortable for me
Letting go of trust that never was
Only pretend.
Sitting still is difficult
When rage just hit the fan.
Whispering these casual desires
Now and then.
You've thrown some bones for me to knaw on
Pistol's in my side of bleeding wounds.
Cycle round in winter time
I slumber
Covered secrets are unearthed and leaving
Shattered fragments of a soul.
Looking in the mirror making peace
I feel no other need that rises over
Health outside and from within.
Pandora's box is open
Hope is coming, separated from a string of strangled thoughts and deeds.
The sky is blue yet purple on the inside
Skeletons that dance inside the oven
Glancing time to time to see if it is over.
When we fall, we take a stand of shedding skin that covers nothing any more.
I feel my tears that fall before my onion in the blender
Layers open, stinging freely, changing form.
Birdhouses are not for safety keeping
Restless hours falling deeper in my shell.
Decorations sitting pretty
Are not only for their looks
A pleasant filled disguise
Arriving plenty.
Flowing in this brook I bump on many jagged places
Going to a road to nowhere
Fearing death.
11-21-09
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