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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