That mood
May 28, 2006
Posted in Id, Inspirations, Poetry |
Another time, another misplaced promise
At the end of the day, I was still in that mood
I don’t understand how everything works
But I do. Sometimes. Without much thought I know
I wish at times I wasn’t able to perceive so much
I wish at times I was wrong more often
Some inner working getting broken
So I wouldn’t anticipate so brutally
Spare me nothing but your lies
Don’t lead me on then float above my own high
Words cost nothing but are worth my world
I’m broke, I have said so much
There is nothing between your lines
That I haven’t read before
And in these silent bursts of lucidity
You’ll come to understand how much I know
Of all the things you haven’t said
One I will always know you wish you had
But time has eased the urgency
And life itself has escaped the opportunity
I can’t turn away, I can’t walk
If only because of how you smiled
A thousand thoughts, a million tears ago
But for a glimpse into the possibility
That I was wrong
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God, no comments! No wonder.. everyone will be wondering who the hell you are referring to!!! Powerful writing (as per usual.)
I couldn’t wonder who you were referring to because it immediately brought someone to mind. It hit so close to home, I couldn’t comment until now even though I’ve read it several times and probably will again. Thank you for putting that ‘mood’ in words.
weat: thank you
no wondering… see new post.
stephaine: funny how things get screwed up with words… you’re very welcome