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March 31, 2008
Pit(y) - Falls
I was never good enough.
I just couldn't cut it.
In my mission to accomplish something
True and good,
I falter and recoil back to selfishness,
Though the label isn't placed by me.
Isn't it all implied?
I strove to widen my mind -
Enhance and rewind.
Decisions remind me why
Not one intended emotion can fly.
Buried in lies,
What a surprise;
I can't chastise, or even decide.
I never fit; I never will.
I've been smothered, not built.
Then bruised, they get their fill.
But "egocentric" is pity enough;
I only worry about me.
My life shall be sacrificed.
Martyrdom's tough -
I take off in the unknown sea.
Back to my island
Where no one will wonder
What one cancer patient,
Soaked in too much emotion,
And misunderstood,
Did with his fragmented future,
His tormented night.
They claim I isolate them
But the backwards is right.
-
Falls, she falls.
I see her fall.
While others leap and physically crawl,
Aloof to proof that there's no hope at all,
She's stalled; she falls.
Unfocus here.
Don't tread on hurt.
Welcome the wonder of a life uncertain,
Yet sustained through laughs,
Happiness, and the breadth of living.
The health will come and crush the hurt.
If mental strings unravel
To welcome in the rush -
Living outside of framed pain,
A tale to death's dark hush.
The physical will cover
The necessary ground.
All exits open,
Bound become boundless
And fly without hitting the ground.
Fly without -
Hitting -
the ground.
Fly
Without (hitting the...)
... Falling.
Posted by pantaleo at March 31, 2008 07:10 PM