Unsettled
I feel unsettled,crushed petals
flowers dead
no heady scent
flaring allergies
wondering about alternative realities
mind wandering
flipping channels
get a grip
watch me flip
passivity was never for me
do the right thing
run the opposite way
condemn my friends
some other day
answer the phone
machine will pick it up
more lost messages
deleted for sure
there is no cure
for blatant back stabbing
turn the other cheek
now they sport hand-prints
burning red with heat
throbbing in time with the beat
from a stagnant heart
stutter
stutter
stop.
mathiasthom
written 8/30/09
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