Wanting
By Kiah
Wanting nothing more than to be left alone in my miserably elegant universe. Here in my own diseased world fully conceived of what in me is perverse. I abide. I writhe. Subside, to that in me which is so dire. No longer can I dismiss the scars from the fires. We all lit the burner and walked away from it. Rarely is it asked who made the ball, only who spun it. To a better place ahead, this all may lead. Yesterday may have caused the bleed. Still we must carry on. Try though we might to bury the sun. We sigh. We die. We slide, further into our own deluge of this. Spurred on ever after by that brave new kiss. The days have all fell into one. I can’t remember when this was begun. The future is coming, and I’m still up and running. For the light glimmering ahead of the world around. We don’t know what it is, yet to it we are still bound. Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 22 2001 01:07 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Wanting nothing more than to be left alone in my miserably elegant universe...."