11/12/05,
So back to the morning pages
with broken pen,
quill and will
Scribbling
Scrabbling for purpose
hoping beyond the fog, the smog
and other peoples' smoke
that it's not for the best
but for
the best of what's to come
By hanging back from the limelight
no truer word was said
when your mother
Gave you half a chance
you chose to die instead.
Isn't it a shame, after all they had going for them
- but we all know - all you need is
Love
and I have lost my special child to it,
it comes into the house and steals her away
with finer promises-better gadgets
comfier chairs and easy company.
I am not sad - just habitually morose
I sit in wait for the sad times and recognise them
- I am their best host.
I welcome these moments with staring eyes and open heart -
I try to lift a finger but I'm hopeless -
I can't even start the same story -
the nag wheel its a deal its a play.
1 comment:
this was written in 2005 , look at the lines "when your mother gave you half a chance you chose to die instead"
that line is preceeded by "By hanging back from the limelight no truer word was said"
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