It is going to happen;
once more.
I keep count, no more.
But, my intuitions grow
like vines, creepers;
or is it just the sand
falling from closed fists?
Get away get away. The ease of
these thoughts, the words that form..
A shield, protector, strength:
call it what you will.It builds,builds.
It is a ball game now,
pendulum-like. I am at the edge.
I keep scribbling mindlessly,
it makes sense to me.
The half desire for you to read- ugh.
I almost do not want to see that.
This one for you-no no no.
If only it made a difference oh!
Boom, crash, down.
There, deal with it once more.
What is it this time?
Who cares- time is ticking,
Live live live.
Life is short.
It is a ticking bomb
a duck, a fall.
Up, up up. Yes, I am
walking again.
I was taught to be strong.
And its been a lesson; long.
Strong,long- I thought the rhyme
was it all. Ha ha ha!
I am an adult now; insanity:
I wish for.
I could almost catch it in a child's jump.
But a child no more.
That little escape,
no trial, no effort no salvation
at all.
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