| | distortion, reverberating.
unsettling hum & buzz.
eyes crack open, hit snooze yet again.
morning wood like a mummy's arms reaching out petrified,
it's been a dry spell.
half awake my hand leads me through the front door.
follow a wet pathway under the spotlight.
its a full moon, too damn early.
repeats on blast, melancholy reminder of an eerie wilderness.
wandering alone, headlights like cracks of light through the woods.
brief glimpses of the animals, no words.
the beast eye's that never again will gaze upon your reality.
an imaginary sun slowly creeps up while i'm settled indoors,
a cubicle where my mind's subconscious keeps reaching for the alarm.
the punch in to another day.
smiles & flirtation & love that I will never know.
sacrifice and flashbacks to distant pain.
inner self trying to claw itself out of the insanity.
internal bleeding,
a constant driving force where I have to dive headfirst
into isolation to move on past this point.
where my delusions thirst for drinks to make
a believer out of me.
yet i repeat myself & get the same result.
time for medication.
more sweat, stamina, struggle to come out free.
strength to sleep at a normal hour.
to forget it all. to be a hanging man.
inspired by my daily tarot card. so true its creepy
"The Hanged Man
Viewpoint skewed from what is normal or what others see. In limbo. Inability to move forward in life. Stuck. Need to focus on getting out of a rut and think outside of the box. Sacrifice of self. Devotion. Circumspection may be needed but remember to move forward. Indifference to attitudes and beliefs of others. A man unto himself. Ability to remain still in the face of adversity. A person who will not be moved until he is ready. " |
| | Posted 10/6/2009 11:09 PM - 5 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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