numb callus
I am hardened
I am the unreal
I am the isolated
Evokes thoughts of drool
Arteries too stiff to pump blood
Life steals away the quiet moments
No longer daring to feel a thing
Pierced and shaken by no comments
I am sun baked
I am not shallow
Over hot coals, raked
My deep is hollow
Hard beneath the shadows, even wakeful
Almost strange, broken by rest and disuse
Shyly observant of unwanted change
Newborn complexity, no longer bound by abuse
MattWricks, Seems we are harmonizing. How have you been? Good to see you publishing again. This is loaded with evocative imagery (arteries too stiff to pump blood”!). It both takes me back to those forgotten days in college–between the fun times–and to the present, like when I’m alone on Fridays.
I love the last line, “Newborn complexity, no longer bound by abuse.” Again, bringing back memories of college, and all it’s newness, fun, and hope, like TG’s on Fridays, and POW’R dreaming.
Comment by Sunsun — 6 June 2008 @ 7:34 pm