September 13, 2013
From the Bottom of the Well
It hurts when you say no,
It hurts when you say yes,
It hurts when you ignore it –
All the HURTS that have come to the crest!
You want to leave a good taste,
Because you no longer have the capacity to taste, yourself…
But I never get the recipe,
I was left at the bottom of the shelf
Dusty and Dirty; mildewing down here!
I sit on the shelf of this well, this well
that is filled with cobwebs dusted with tears
Wondering, from the bottom and off the well-wall
Shocked by the flashes of light that still can reach
I wonder at my inability –
Impossible to remain hidden; smoke between my reach
Where’s her cold heart?
Why is it already gone?
Fuck Feelings; because of feelings I’m now devoured –
caught out there, in the great beyond
Beyond knowing, beyond touch-taste-smell and all that
There’s no more options, there’s no going back
But if I could, there’s one thing I’d find the courage to right
I’d listen to myself, I’d no longer fight!
In that moment, I’d go with what’s tried and true
In that moment, I’d walk out and forget…
that I’d ever known anything about you.
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