andrea a realization gone sour
i finally understand how it is to be
nerves numbed by cold fact and
harsh abandonment
i forfeit it all just to know why
the past colors my thoughts red
i cry tears of rage
my concentration quivers and quakes
so does my hand until it is seized
my an enlightened one who professes
to know the true path to the
part of the forest where
the tree sing and the birds dance
instead i find myself aside
a brown creek edged with mossy rocks
the flashbacks keep me paralyzed
how can the past linger for so long?
skeezix The birds set the rhythm
The trees dance when heads turn
My thoughts swirl and drowned in the cacophony of the leaves
harassed by the breeze
transforming conversation to gossip.
what's it to you?
who go