Absurd reasons to not write it down
Thinking of strife, life and all that was put to throats
Knives, hands, holding
tight.
Gripping flesh with an ease and no distress
Hearing stories of torment, reaching out to touch
feel the pain trough the warm skinned being sitting in front of me
Hurting with them
Crying only inside, to be strong on the out
"You will get through this", I say
While my ride home is silent and for once
the bass of blasting music are thoughts flowing in my head
Too much to think of, I try to sleep
My head hits the pillows as do the tears off my face
It hurts to hurt knowing someone is hurting and your hurt gets in the way of helping those hurting
And now I am dumbfounded on what to do or how to react.
"Shake it off, don't think about", he says
I can't look away from a child drowning in a pool where I had to learn to swim from falling in,
alone
As someone else watched and did nothing.
Dismayed, but continuing on, my shrink tells me to keep moving on
I won't be late for class.
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