8.29.1986/age 16
Brain waves tumbling, time to straighten out the end result of
great confusion/ can't accept the thoughts that remain, can't
ignore the feelings I restrain. Things I know will never come
to be, the hope I held, the light I see, time to sort possibilities
out, ignoring the past I can't retrace. From time to time I hold
my face and buried in my hands I softly cry for sunshine I cannot
buy. A deathly darkness covers me/blocks the light, I try to
see the blind spot I have closes in on me -- blind and cold I
wait. To be free.
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