My heart, for once, perfectly still,
The ceiling close, and I can feel
The thing I nearly want-
But after stillness, pain,
Life refuses to yield
To will, and I'm no longer still.
I feel the love song bleeding out
Through numb fingers
That shake. Shaking-I can not be still,
And electricity finds my arms and legs,
Hurting me as I rise,
And search the room,
Eyes stinging with tears,
My throat fills with something
Sweet, so sweet I need it out,
And I race, then,
Aching, aching, until
I can let it go-release it.
Then my heart truly beats, and I
Feel disgust.
Sometimes I feel that still.
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