Tangled Thread
Almost like a slow motion movie,
A paradox of dreams swim before my
Eyes, changing like a glossy chrome,
Spilt across a table too small to hold it
On top.
It drips to the ground, reminiscent of
Myself, bleeding before the world,
With no one here to care, I fade away to
Night, blending in with surreal gaps
Holding a love too good and pure for my heart.
Melancholy sympathy reaches my ears, but
None of it is sincere enough for me to
Care one way or the other,
Life is all too short, and while I live it I
Can’t live with myself, I can’t live with
These uncertainties of altruism.
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My New Life
I look around, surprised to find
all that I know I've left behind.
Desolate waste envelops me.
lost my grip on reality.
I turn to run, shame grips my mind,
as I fall rain seems to find
a small flower of origin unknown.
A friend I reap, a good deed sown.
All is not lost in this painted hell,
I find more life that here does dwell.
Rain pours down, a steady stream;
revealing life, it seems a dream.
I look around, surprised to find
all that I knew I left behind.
pain and misery, qualms and strife,
cannot find me in my new life.