Looking out at the stars staring back at me
But I whisper
I wanted it to snow
Like a child who has been denied a simple want
But what else could I be in the face of Nature
And in exacting revenge on those who would do the same to her
She must include me in the masses
At least she gave me a heads up
I cast my vote it was yes
Or his vote
I’ll never understand why you had me take it to Poseidon
Why you had me walk along the beach then through the forests
I’ll never understand why
I don’t remember anything else
Call it
Conscious memory blocking if you will
Why am I a liar?
Why are you whispering that to me after I’ve spent hours crying and trying not to convince myself to cut myself
Why are you whispering that to me
Again
Oh prowling one
The shadows on the walls are moving and taking shapes I don’t know if I like
Just enough to be aware it’s happening no puppet shows here
My reflection in the window is two
One closer and the same
One farther away and slightly different
So I wave
Because I don’t know what it is but it seems to want to play
I’m not really concerned about it being evil because if it were it would try to make me be evil and I’m the judge of that
The heads will be tails
The horsemen insist that
A strange feeling from far away
Can’t do much of anything as I am
But in the dark hour
We do what we can
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