Of all the things that I don’t know
The greatest just might be
How not to let it root and grow
When we disagree.
Tag: trapped
Moira
Many a person
Across the millennia
Has cursed my tumultuous claim
On their part of life
Still partly mine
To nurture, ignore, or to maim
But nobody asks me
“Do you believe”
Nobody asks me my lot
Nobody cares
If I even care for this
Did I request it, or not?
I don’t even know
I don’t remember
Lost on some cosmical shelf
I do what I must
But nobody cares much
If I don’t believe in myself.
Decisions, Decisions
Ev’ry decision
Made and unmade on repeat
Makes my waking world
Without
There is no sunlight, only atmosphere
There is no water, just the depths
There is no goal that I can see from here
But that which cages and protects
There is no button, just the panic
There is no exit, just the sign
There is no purpose on this planet
But still I swear I’m fine
Ugliness
I don’t have the words for what I’m feeling
Or a point to putting it down
Just the tears that drive me
With them towards the ground
There is anger still inside me
That nobody believes
I bite my tongue
I smile when I hate
Nobody ever sees
Is it grief for what I’ve never known
Made easier to carry?
Places I don’t think I’ll ever go
People I should be glad to see
But only make me wary?
Easy to blame it on example
And point the anger towards a witch to burn
But what I’m taught is all irrelevant
I choose what to learn
So I try to take my ugliness
And keep it to myself
But does it really work if it still hurts
While all I trust myself to do
Is absolutely nothing else?
Coexistence
Bards and poets write of love
And all I think, is what do I know of?
I have well been taught the danger of persistence,
And never seen a happy coexistence.
Out of Reach
There’s a dream on the morrow
I’m afraid it’s quite the climb
Past the swamps of sorrow
Across the sands of time
There’s a dream on the morrow
But we’re still at today
No path for us to follow
But somehow, we’ll be okay.
Paralyzation
Some part of me knows it shouldn’t be
But I can’t ignore the indication
Time will not stand for my shaking hands
And will laugh at paralyzation
Tied
The world is full of threads all interwoven
The world is full of stories intertwined
The world is full of people broken
And those pretending not to mind
The world is filled with dreams awoken
And nightmares shared and shared in kind
The world is filled with people choking
On what others meant to leave behind
The world is tied with strings unbidden
The world is chained on either side
We vainly cut and burn and begin
To see our souls can never be untied.
Absence
It’s better when you’re gone
And I am not supposed to judge
When still so much of me is wrong
But I can almost see the future
When your shadow isn’t quite as long.
Writer In Retrospect 