a thousand voices raised
emptying hearts on pages
that fly across satellite paths
I dig my pen into the paper
press with rigid anger
ridged paper like braille
this never ending spiral
makes no difference
my head aches with wanting
to feel something other
than nonchalance as though
I am not a part of this
as though I am above
as though I am not enough
I would write a brightness
but there is none in me today
there was a man carrying a cross
in a nearby churchyard
as though we needed a reminder
his faux crucifixion an affront
as though walking around
carrying a piece of wood
could save anyone
or bring on an Easter
bring forth spring
I long for sun
while my heart fills with
dusk
just a cloudy rainy day and a bad cold…maybe it should have been titled “as though”
Sometimes you can be overwhelmed by a cloudiness inside can’t you..the images felt heavy and overwhelming..like you were trying to lift brightness from the paper but it wasn’t quite happening – although a superb piece – feeling crappy brings out such strong words at times..passing you a virtual box of tissues and some vitamin C..Jae
thanks lol – have to go to work today so I will carry the tissues and vitamin c with me – it is raining like crazy and supposed to do so all day here. I will be cloudy with a chance of storms all day 🙂
Do you go through times where you hate everything you write? That is my storm right now. I Scratch so many false starts…frustrating.