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Dead Tired

19 October 2011

Dead Tired

 

Six days out of seven, I wish that I

would stay enshrouded in my tomb, deaf to

the voice that calls me back into the land

of the living once again, for I stink.

These layers hide my fleshly decay from

prying eyes, just as the stone protects me

from the wailing grief of those who still can

shed their tears for memory’s sake, a loss

embittered by blame. A miracle might

have saved me. Faith lies in resurrection,

not the distant future, but in I am,

in the knowing and being fully known

for no mystery remains – I died once,

ask me not to come forth and die again.

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but lately the words

18 October 2011

but lately the words

 

But lately, the words don’t seem to say much,

a reflection of emptiness inside.

Should silence ever be allowed to speak?

Would I comprehend what it tried to say?

 

A reflection of emptiness inside,

I avoid the questions and the answers.

Would I comprehend what they tried to say,

even if I could face my mirrored soul?

 

I avoid the questions and the answers,

disassociating from all my fears,

even if I could face my mirrored soul

I dare not own either shadows or light.

 

Disassociating from all my fears

I’m left to wonder what I have to say.

I dare not own either shadows or light

yet if I’m caught between two worlds I must.

 

I’m left to wonder what I have to say

should silence ever be allowed to speak.

If I am caught between two worlds it must,

but lately the words don’t seem to say much.

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