"There once was a girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good
and when she was bad, she was horrid!"

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Does she know she's not alone

Sitting
waiting
acting
the days blend into one another
wasted time
time going by in a blur before my eyes
distant
detatched
indifferent
and yet not

what is wrong here
where is the enthusiasm
where is the hope

asleep while awake
I see her shake
her voice wobbles as she speaks
am I her
is she I

what can we do
helpless
trying
for one moment
then slipping into dispassionate apathy
for another

there she is again
or is that another
how many of these mumified zombies
rome the streets
smiling
nodding
laughing

eat
drink
exercise
it takes the pain away
the dull ache of time slipping away

what is the answer
is there an answer
what is the question
do you really care
yes for a moment
no in another

air
breathe
fresh air
summer air
spring air
fall air
winter air
air

there they are
breathing
a crowd of the sightless
unable to detect each other
thinking they are alone

daunting
so daunting
jump out of the rabbit hole
drink the potion and you will grow
but it is all so far away

curl up in a ball
rock back and forth
feel the comfort of a hand
stroking your back
a kiss on your cheek
eyes staring into your own

you are not alone
this is but a moment
you will be fine
but for now
it is enough not to be alone

----NABK

No comments:

Post a Comment