Please excuse me while I try to vomit words,
to try to scour the source of feeling so awful clean.
I'm having a bad day.
A lets feel inconsequential, insignificant day.
A lick my wounds, and cry a little day.
Will the ground give me succour, a wholesome instant burial?
Flash wipe of my reference, from the face of the earth?
My silent memorial, of all consequential.
To ask why when I reach out, are none reaching back?
To wonder what is it?
So undesirable, unacceptable, or generally just not wanted?
Excepting, of course, when something needs doing.
Or fixing, or getting together, some peace, some quiet,
some good times, none bad.
What is it that makes folk appear to interested and then not interact.
Twice hurt, knowledge and contact.
I step zombie like from yesterday to tomorrow by means of today.
My role in society,
A simple charicature, With rules.
Definition.
One clear cut life.
In some opposition.
I close myself off, for my own self protection,
Self pain eats me alive,
my grimace contorted.
A closet, so dark, it helps stop rejection
of Ideas and life not easy exported
Each breath I utter in songs - voice long forgotten,
I stifle my swing, and each passing sway,
My vanity hopes I'll make it today.
Just trying somehow to express today, to put it into words (however badly).
Thank you for being here, and listening. It means a lot.
Sno.
