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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2009 Dec 21 Comment on this Work [[2009.12.21.21.10.17229]] |
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In this frozen river of melancholy I mend another broken bone and send another loose thought home I bend myself only to break It feels like I've been asleep for too many months of this year letting my eyes be pulled shut by heavy thoughts and tired inadequacies (I'm perpetually reluctant, constantly swept away by the force of my own desire) isolation dissolves every word I spoke, still I hunger for something more than what I have found but all I seem to see in the innumerable faces is echoes and shame, hidden as best they can Yet, I cannot believe this I find in you something substantial and concrete something that doesn't end (you gracefully bend towards then away from me like a tree in the fickle wind) you are beautifully imperfect and I don't know what to do with you there is reason to stand tall and reason to fall to the earth in tomorrow we'll carry on to a way out and bury what we're worth (bury it beneath the weight of our own inadequacies) |