The Blues

like my daddy says, it's just like ringing a bell and sundrenched guts wrought with pain spill out onto the page just to claim their existence it tolls just in time to mark the moments in which we can lay claim to the hurt and recognize the various substances in which those feelings are formed and felt again and again even years later ones from past times that lay dormant yet unforgotten ones in which the spirit was bruised not broken ones from recent history and the ever present past ones that have reshaped and shifted the inviolate truths we have tried to hold dear the feelings that are held in masked with smiles accompanied by averted eyes feigned indifference feelings denied or forced and constantly loathed for their presence ones that surface when we are least expecting which force our beings to their proverbial knees i am now kneeling prostrate to the ebb and flow of constant heartbreaks and stabs from the inner heart and external world i have managed to create you can't hide yourself from yourself but it is easy to hide from others.