One last hoorah for winter. This cold and blustery week complete with driving snow and wind seems somewhat appropriate. Lets take today and burn it. Scrap all that we thought we knew and watch with excitement as it writhes and screams in the flames. There is a million things I want to say but can't get out, and my mouth fills up with blood from trying not to speak. Sick with worry and a heavy mind; lifting nagging thoughts from my head, as if removing a crown, and tossing them into the licking flames. One last loss for the boy who blocked his own shot...who vowed to never play again.
How do I do this? I hate poetry..and this is maddeningly depressing...where I am not maddeningly depressed...
Maybe I like poetry and am afraid to admit it.....no, I still dislike poetry...strange.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment