Water cascades down my cheeks from limitless reservoirs
And a lock is placed in my throat
So I can’t even say
What grieves me so.
But watch
And listen
And you’ll figure it out.
Tag: cry
Building a dam
Troubled gaze,
flashes of haze in the mind
replacing coherence
with an utterance of garbled words.
Grinding out thoughts half-chewed
down the speaking pipe leading to you.
The waterworks called my eyes
also storm in, no surprise
and shut away every important thing
so I’m left rambling.
You understand, I know it happens to you too
and I agree it’s never grand
to be suppressed by your own throat
as it seizes up dry as a deserted moat.
Oh well. We’ll get there.
We’ll just enjoy every moment we have to spare
together.
Black Cobwebs
You’re hurting.
I can see it as plain
as if you were holding up a sign to the world
letting them know
that being trodden on
and lied to – however well-intentioned – is not okay.
Except everyone, regardless of vision,
is blind to it.
It takes until the tears roll down
for them to understand
you can’t
keep trudging away everyday,
that care-free positive smile –
weighing several tonnes –
hiding your real thoughts.
Pretending, pretending, pretending
everything is fine.
No rest. No sleep. No insights.
It’s wounding you.
Slathering you in red;
not blood.
Anger. Pain. Sorrow.
And love.
Because you love,
because you claimed a degree of happiness
that gives the illusion you have distanced
yourself from the circle
and don’t want to be distracted,
there’s guilt.
Needless guilt.
Your choice was never to be left in the dark.
But I have shared the same
and understand why it’s there.
I hate it.
I hate how it wraps you in dark threads and cocoons you.
The only thing I can do
is hold your hand, drink your words
and let you lean on me.
It’s nowhere near enough.
In this light
It’s easy staring out into the dark. Turning away from the cries, the smoke, the sound of a full room discussing the wonders of brick while wood burns only a few feet away. The darkness quiets me. Lulls me into a soft sleep, intent on making me think I can forget. My dreams wage war for eternity.
Treeshallow Musings 