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Literature Text
Paths lay arranged before
like shattered shards of
some cosmic mirror.
Each reflecting a broken future
that is not now, will not be,
but might have been once.
Just as sharp as broken glass
a crimson trickle starts where
I pricked my hand on my future/past/present.
Bleeding turns to healing
healing turns to indifference
indifference turns to forgetting.
Always remembering the good things,
but never the solutions nor the snares.
So I fall.
Again, and again and again.
Same stupid mistakes over and over
tempting, enticing,
devouring, then mocking.
I know the danger.
I know the fear.
I know that twisted face.
Why don't I listen to myself?
Because of the falling sickness
and there is no cure...
so I fall.
like shattered shards of
some cosmic mirror.
Each reflecting a broken future
that is not now, will not be,
but might have been once.
Just as sharp as broken glass
a crimson trickle starts where
I pricked my hand on my future/past/present.
Bleeding turns to healing
healing turns to indifference
indifference turns to forgetting.
Always remembering the good things,
but never the solutions nor the snares.
So I fall.
Again, and again and again.
Same stupid mistakes over and over
tempting, enticing,
devouring, then mocking.
I know the danger.
I know the fear.
I know that twisted face.
Why don't I listen to myself?
Because of the falling sickness
and there is no cure...
so I fall.
Suggested Collections
Falling on visible hurdles...
Tumbling down and down....
caught, sat upright.
...Repeat...until I have no more tears, no more joy, no more self control. At that point there is only the fall.
And the fall is never enough....
Tumbling down and down....
caught, sat upright.
...Repeat...until I have no more tears, no more joy, no more self control. At that point there is only the fall.
And the fall is never enough....
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yes wes I made it back to read it all in its enitirety this time...
Actually it was part at the end that convicts me so
but your poems are not only wonderful to read but "good for you" to read... hehe
Actually it was part at the end that convicts me so
but your poems are not only wonderful to read but "good for you" to read... hehe