words
September 24th, 2008
to feel is bliss
most of the time…
to feel is numbing
some of the time…
to understanding is explosive
all of the time!
to know the hole deep and dark
fingers scratching
legs lunging
arms thrusting, grabbing for hope.
Mind tricks,
A silly game,
Deceit at the finest levels,
Convinced otherwise no others could tell.
To be happy
To reach
Why, sometimes I ask why
As the pain, floods..
Can you tell, from up there?
Can you make Heaven from my hell?
Fix it from up There
After all you left us here
Took the easy way
And I will have to tell.
Instead I sit here
Mind tricks,
A silly game I tell
To be happy is what I sell
A smile and a blank stare.
