QUARREL IN THE GRAVEYARD

Nothing

My mind ever aggressive,

several debates without a final decision.

Free from responsibilities I once wanted.

Bound to responsibilities I never wanted.

A silent death.

A calm retreat into shell.

My very cool and warm shell.

YES IT'S MINE.

My only identity and I want to keep it.

A fool with wits is still a fool.

A wise man without his wits is also a fool.

Why do you lurk?

Constantly, you watch from the lines,

the snake hidden in the vines,

you taunt me with your lies,

do not try to fake it,I see it in your eyes.

But wait.

Do I see you or do I imagine?

Are you real?

Ah mind won't sleep.

Even in eternal slumber I have heard,

It is only the body that sleeps.

The mind restless unto eternity

Yes there is chaos but what is the order of this chaos?

Indeed there is darkness but from what light did it blossom?

The sane run naked in the streets free from deception.

As the insane dressed in finest linen and morning perfume.

Ah, you lie. I smell the madness in you.

Running from an end towards the end.

With you,there is never a beginning or a start. 

Leave me. Let me be. Cowards as you are.

Face me in my motherland.

You won't,you can't.

Beaten in another land beyond the seas.

A quite noise.

Snow falls under a blue sky.

It rains into space.

The earth an umbrella.

How do I understand the gibberish I speak?

I did not know I spoke madness. 

Emotions building,

nerves on edge,

gyrating bodies,

logic is dead,

a sweet crescendo,

a quick release,

then all is lost and gone.

Pick it up again,

build to higher crescendo

and sustain to savour its sweetness

down to an even greater release.

Again.

The need to feel.

The need to satisfy.

Shame replaced with the need to pacify.

Constant hunger.

I have tried but it's not enough.

Never enough.

Please let me be.

What is it you want from me?

I'm down trodden and one with the dirt,

can't you see?

Leave me alone and let me be.

  • Author: Nothing (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2023 14:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Bobby O

    I must of missed something. Were you dealing w self? Or was it more if tangling w another ?

    • Nothing

      Self and an unknown,please.

      • Bobby O

        I reread w a clearer mind. This time I not only got it I like it. Cool.



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