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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