Tracing Channels

[mtmynd]

Tracing Channels


you search in frenzy

thru the streets,

across the cities,

for that one peg

to fill your vacant
 hole
to become whole

and no longer feel

that cry of loneliness

rip thru the terrifying

sleeplessness haunting
you every night.



you have performed the

perfect script taught to

you since you learned
to listen to that very

first rule that tattooed

itself as a reminder in
the 
soft pink of your young mind -


the indelible words

running in your loneliness

like a 33 1/3 vinyl recording
stuck on repetition because

of that one word - why?

dug in deep into the groove

like a dam preventing the flow.



you must find the answer

for if you don't you'll

swear to your very soul

that the reasons for your

own life have been so reduced

that each breath of your lungs

produces fumes of disgust...

each beat of your heart

resonating as a warning signal

that your life shall not resume...



but you eventually, after 
a long
vengeful battle,
 come to the realization
the desperation was a dust storm

that blew remnants of the 
past
into your puffy eyes

and you splash cold water

on your face and laugh

at the person that has just

washed themselves down 
the drain
of disbelief.



you smile at your return

and feel at one with life

as that gaping hole,

now fully engorged,
leaving
 you in a
state of satisfaction.


[revolutionR]

Very flowing, nice.

[Doreen Peri]

Good!

[saw]

a nice raft down the river...especially fond of stanzas 2 and 3...

[mnaz]

Yes, always nice to return, to snap out of a whatever circular spell(s) we slip into at times in back eddies along the river of life . . .

[sasha]

truth - the epiphany of realizing what we pursue might not matter at all - and the liberation of stopping, turning, and walking away. Like.

[Shem]

"here I am, smashing square pegs into round holes; here I am, weakening the hole, square pegs!
-(the band) Pain

A completely inadequate reply to a great piece but all I've got at 3am...