pedestrian...

it could not be stated otherwise
than awkwardly,
cumbersome, listless and distorted…
wedged like a tumor
in this microscopic space.
the feeling is too large for words;
pain will not be defined,
honed or cured…
it lies like fear on the extremities of truth,
darting in and out of vague shadows,
teasing the tongue into madness…

it can never forgive the memory of you…
i cannot fathom the depth
of your unrelenting silence…
it is too imposing not to be real;
yet, i am here—is it that i cannot forgive?

you force me out here where sound
screams, jarring the senses and
words leap like blood from an open artery;
ugly, disjointed complaints spraying
my world with mundane, monotonous sounds of dying

the agony of absence shatters my equilibrium;
the center spins, gyrating out of control…
i hang on trying to stop the spiral dragging me down;
underneath are your penetrating eyes daring
me to lie again…

how much better the room beneath the floor
where words whispered,
slid by with grace and compassion…
how magnificent the allusions in a vacuum…
how much simpler to be still…


pedestrian

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