Tracing Channels
Posted: September 25th, 2016, 5:44 pm
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.
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.