There is an underworld, beyond deep….within that touches unknown territory…..bullying …deceiving…..threatening…betraying right down to the core ….in the very bones bonds of emptiness…..the a space place deep within….bottomless
there is an underworld a solitary place ……for healing mending, fixing…..a common territory coming to terms with place …….. ..inhale deep…within……exhale
In the dark
I was as mad as a hatter ….a raging bull….one furious Llama…..drowning in the sea…….feelings as empty as a gas tank, as flat as a tyre…two lead feet, as dead as a doormat…… with a heart of stone………..watching wolves in sheep’s clothing……actions sharp as razors……your explanations words reasons as clear as mud……as different as night & day or chalk an cheese……as annoying as nails scratching down a blackboard……words like false idols….the decisions made was larger than life….reality being was the enemy….a bitter pill to bare…..as silent as the dead
because#1
because i need to do something
i must get out of bed in the morning
because i would rather do nothing
i don’t want to get out of bed in the morning
because there are things i need to do
i must get out of bed
because there is nothing i can do
i don’t want to get out of bed in the morning
because life is how it is
i must get out of bed
because life is hard sometimes
i don’t want to get out of bed
because life must live through us
‘i get out of bed’
because #2
because i need to find meaning
i must write
because i am afraid of fear what i might write
i cannot write
because i need to write below the surface between the lines
i must write
because others might take my words of
hurt
anger
frustration
sadness………..literally
i cannot write
because i need to get past these words and
to forgive
to feel alive again
to find meaning
i have written …….
never
never thought……………. i would walk away ……never thought………..it would hurt so deep…….never thought……i would not see you……….never is a long time……….never say never
now there is two
seven’s gone to six ………..
six somewhere is five……..
five distant is four……..
four is vaguely there……..
three disappears to two…..
now there is two
flying solo
three became two…….now there is one
loss
loss penetrates me above, below, under, around……every corner ….any where….anytime…
flying alone lonely
alone lonely is like having one wing!
the message
…says all … direct delivery
that makes no contact……its easy this way
to say a life of purpose……sold
extreme emotions are like uncomfortable chairs……lumpy…uninviting & no matter what you do they are hard to deal live with…….
shattered in parts….broken…..pieces missing
neglected….in spirit but not in soul..mend piece by piece …fracture by fracture
the chair…is your home….
safe in its…embrace
held firmly ……..compact in your care….
neatly……..unsettled!
the chair is your home……
a short message….the bearer of bad news…..fall……together ….with words……remembered
echo…….
loud & clear……
a silent screem
going to ground 