Off the Path
By DikeMent
Unadulterated thoughts have been bruised. They look torn and can't tolerate much more. This skin looks old and it begins to sag. Let these cords go loose and maybe they'll strangle someone. There's still that hope. Passion has been deflated. Ask me what else has left me. I could scream, But it all comes out as nothing. It's so unimportant, Almost as unimportant as I feel. Standing up to tides and letting the water hit my shins, Why does this not happen anymore? Now I'm crowded with ugly whispers and my own repetitive snarls Of posthumous beliefs. I have forgotten everything I once believed, And I'm losing that which I once loved. Drift and signal later that you're okay. This is about the least you could do for me. I've come to expect the least. Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 05:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Unadulterated thoughts have been bruised...."