Coming Home
By Cally
Lights flash past as I lay on the back seat, All above me and somewhere within, My brain screams in excruciating agony, Eyes, don't weep; die, give in. Each cell in each muscle seperates into itself, Selfish in despair, a seperate entity, isolated in anguish, Joined in the blinding cacophony of searing pain. I do nothing, just wait: languish. A simlpe move, fluttering eyelid reminds the optic to wince, A dank pool of darkness contracts to a pin point, Flashes blue, but dull, spark dead, exhausted. It'll be easier tomorrow, back to the routine, Ease yourself in, train yourself up, It'll be easier next year, you'll know plenty more, Push yourself harder, never give up, It'll be easier when your not at the bottom, Work yourself smarter, claw your way up, It'll all be simple when you've got what you came for, When you're stood at the top; will you know what that was? Lights flash past as I lay on the back seat, Muscles relax, burn with their own heat, Brain power returns and will becomes stronger, This is just Monday, my God how much longer?Work's a bit of an effort at the moment :) Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 09:13 AM PST 0 • 10
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