Tired of this song
That just goes on and on
It keeps coming back to the dark hollows
where sadness & anger & regret sizzle
and at times boil to surface
That just goes on and on
It keeps coming back to the dark hollows
where sadness & anger & regret sizzle
and at times boil to surface
And I
don't
know
how
to
fix them
fill them
breathe into them
I do that
they remain open
alive
seeping pus & blood
now and then
don't
know
how
to
fix them
fill them
breathe into them
I do that
they remain open
alive
seeping pus & blood
now and then
Take space from my breath
suffocate some times
pressure in throat
desire to say
speak
shout
cry
Restrains
when it finds no destination
How silly, isn't it
It thinks
If I were to speak to no one!
To shout into unhearing air
uncaring fluids
Incompassionate non-humans
Wouldn't it?
Thinks mind. Thinks throat.
Restraint
The social net of tradition and norm
Restraint
The image my mind still aims to uphold
With its weak and buckling knees of caring
Like Atlas the world
It holds
Holds
when the waves of sadness come
Holds
when the gales of uncertainty shake me
Holds
when the storms of blame rip my sails
Holds
when the rivers of rage course and inflame the veins of my being
Holds
and it Hurts
the stopvalve Hurts
yet Holds
suffocate some times
pressure in throat
desire to say
speak
shout
cry
Restrains
when it finds no destination
How silly, isn't it
It thinks
If I were to speak to no one!
To shout into unhearing air
uncaring fluids
Incompassionate non-humans
Wouldn't it?
Thinks mind. Thinks throat.
Restraint
The social net of tradition and norm
Restraint
The image my mind still aims to uphold
With its weak and buckling knees of caring
Like Atlas the world
It holds
Holds
when the waves of sadness come
Holds
when the gales of uncertainty shake me
Holds
when the storms of blame rip my sails
Holds
when the rivers of rage course and inflame the veins of my being
Holds
and it Hurts
the stopvalve Hurts
yet Holds
It SO MUCH DOES NOT WANT TO HOLD
yet Holds
such strong barriers are the first ones weaved
in the trunks forged while still tender beings, on the pliant stems of our growth.
in the trunks forged while still tender beings, on the pliant stems of our growth.
hah
haaah
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh
haaah
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh
oh please
stop
holding
please
unhold
PLEASE
stop
holding
please
unhold
PLEASE
I plead myself