Sleep.

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited November 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Being drug down across the ground is something that does not feel so good.
Screaming does not help but it would somewhat feels better than this silence.
Just let me be, let me rest.
I am so tired of it all falling apart on the inside of me.
It is like I am the uphill battle in and of itself.
Oh but I can pretend I am strong; but in fact I am fragile like fine etched china sitting on the shelf.
I have nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nowhere to breathe my own.
My own is not now.
But just maybe somehow tomorrow may change for the good within, for the better within.
For the better without cannot be more untrue.
Ground level low level my skin crawls within.
For me going upwards is going so slow.
Just so damn tired of it all.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • in_hiding79in_hiding79 Posts: 4,315
    Very intense Chad, but good! :o
    And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...,"
    "What a stupid lamb."
    "What a sick, masochistic lion."
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    Very intense Chad, but good! :o

    thanks Pam.
    i am just a mess sometimes, an idiot.
    sometimes i feel i have to run from myself to save me from who i am.









    feel
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    Screaming does not help but it would somewhat feel better than this silence.

    hugs to hart...

    eddie says "release" :)
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    Ah, sleep...
    A magic beyond my powers to conjure.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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