Frankenstein (just because)
Is something wrong? Something seems to be wrong.
The books, the laundry, the doormat, the armchair, the bar of soap, they weigh too much.
The lack of sleep and thirst for wine, they also weigh too much.
The self alone with the self, alone, alone, alone.
The child you lose track of while shopping for detergent.
The lost dog that smiles at strangers, searching.
The stranger's muffler, mangled on the roadside, breaking its promise.
The faith that crashes down the stairs, breaking its neck.
The weight of the faithless heart.
Hope in the form of a toolbox.
Water in the form of a glacier.
Calm in the form of self-mockery.
Peace in the form of exhaustion.
The books, the laundry, the doormat, the armchair, the bar of soap, they weigh too much.
The lack of sleep and thirst for wine, they also weigh too much.
The self alone with the self, alone, alone, alone.
The child you lose track of while shopping for detergent.
The lost dog that smiles at strangers, searching.
The stranger's muffler, mangled on the roadside, breaking its promise.
The faith that crashes down the stairs, breaking its neck.
The weight of the faithless heart.
Hope in the form of a toolbox.
Water in the form of a glacier.
Calm in the form of self-mockery.
Peace in the form of exhaustion.
posted by Black Egg at 9:54 PM
4 Comments:
all I have to say to this is....
YES. yes yes yes yes.
Thanks. I felt clearer after writing it. I don't know exactly why it is that images that hurt can heal, but it's often true.
!!!Wow.Really.I'm ....
You're...?
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