i know you dont need me
because
i
am
broken
*
unable to function
i try
living in the lie
that is truth
i ask
someone to help me breathe
but i get scolded by the asphyxia
that dreams within your veins
i smile
and force the belief
that counterclockwise tomorrows
do not fall from my eyes
but the fixed line
becomes cracked
again
only misleading me to understand
that
imperfection strays
while the flawless remains
yet
i am still here
split between the imaginary doorway of a whispering evaporation
seeking refuge
in a field of awakened sleep
slowly
living
death
eternally.
[Poem by Me -- Jeannete -- Circa 2008]
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