Understanding Us Like Us

Understanding Us like Us



The failing pendulum
Prevents the gravity of its swing

Momentum

Weighted to the stretching hours
The loneliness pounds 

But the smile ever ready
Turns its puppetry of normality
And jerks the strings
In the corners of eyes
To pupil vacancy asking why
Why
Do you know me

Turn me back from the ripples
Spreading dissipation's of indefinite endings

You see my shadow
And nothing more 

You hear my voice
Do not pay attention to the words

All emotion conversed in ashes
The time stretches

Out

But the ever ready smile
Turns its normality of puppetry
The jerking strings of despondency
Hangs lifeless
In the corners of eyes
Speaking with pupil vacancy

Why

Do you know me

Do you know me
Where I lay hidden
In an out-rush broken
Navigating scars
With a un-tuned compass of hope

Have you seen me there; in the rages of burrows
In fearful attempts to pick a lock
Promising escape
Break loose from the molasses thick misunderstanding
Stares

The void 

The fractured space between us
Its isolation condemned

Its pitiful wail
Heard only in the recesses of darkness

But ever ready the smile 
Puppetry turn of its normality
A masquerade so practiced carefully
To disguise the sorrow
And hide behind my pupils vacancy 

Asking why
Why
Do you know me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Townsend Avatar
April 9, 2009 at 8:15 AM
So much painful emotion is brought forward from my own past as I read this beautiful work of art. You touched my soul today. I can always count on you to grasp my heart as well as my attention with your words. It is true that no one truly knows all there is to know about us, each person lives with shadows of darkness within them that they may never share fully with another. There is only one besides ourselves that truly knows all there is to know about us, God. Great writing. Smiles from Lolita
Winter Avatar
April 9, 2009 at 7:04 AM
You wrote childhood in your adjective category, and I am sorry for what you may have suffered. Truth is, many adults can relate to this in the now. Putting on the mask, don't we all do it so often? Who knows what is there. No one knows me. This really gets to me, such excellent writing. Thanks about the Silmarillion - the one I never read. Should I? Love, Shar
Bulger Avatar
April 8, 2009 at 8:00 PM
oh, my Colin... I am glad I checked in to see what of a few of my favs were doing! Very excellently written! take good care, Lucinda
Higgins Avatar
April 8, 2009 at 5:58 PM
This is brilliantly done...navigating scars is wickedly good.. this is good writing Colin.
Ginn Avatar
April 8, 2009 at 11:42 AM
A room full of people, even your best friends and nobody knows. Been there. You scream in silence, invisible.
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