You Shall See the Dusk and Dawn- Part 1
Fragile long I’ve been
Broken like a split wind
Leaves blow through the doorway into the hall
Another scandalous fall
Desperately trying to fight the call to split
Some wit I’ve nurtured
An insecurity blanket I’ve carefully knit
Two wrist I’ve quickly slit
A demon liquid settles in the pit of my stomach
Another subject at the soul that I can’t afford
Be reassured I’ve left a trail on the floor
Self medicated I’m sure I won’t be sore
I’ve been watching the peoples lips but I can’t find a meaning in the static sound
But apparently it pounds
Rounds up my thought applies some spackle to my crack smile
Dials in my senses
Fences of my heart and my cowardly mind darts for the door
In a room full of ghost I feel dead the most
And each line I write is pondered
Many like blue notes are the scripts I’ve wrote
I refuse to sugar coat all the words I’ve wrote
If they fail to float to the top of your mind
You will find they shall sink to the bottom of your heart
The lights flicker and I peer into the eyes of the ghostly figure
Who will blink first
My lips crack with thirst
And I look down to one thing worse
My cracked smile cracks the mirror
The ghostly figure turns and glides to the light switch besides the door
He cracks a smile with a turn of the head
While smirking he spoke cursing me with another seven years bad luck
Am I speaking in some forgotten language
That can’t be manage by the mind
My tongue is silver lined
Once I went to the docs and said doc I don’t feel fine
Can you manage or help to find a remedy for what has been ailing me
So he pointed and said “well you see kid it’s right here, your heart of complexity”
Selectively he spoke his words in some kind laughable manor
And he ended with “this is no laughing matter”
I said please doc save your flattery it’s surely wasted on me
What is the answer to my medical mystery
He replied “I detect a hint of misery”
But I experimented with humility and on occasion solitaria
Counted my blessings sparingly
But none of these things seemed fair to me
So I paid respects in the streets
Tipped my glass to nonconformity
Drank to everything that was, is, and always will be
Like the sun moon and their inaccuracy
So sick of bureaucracy
So doc won’t you doctor me
Doc spoke up factually “quite honestly kid you baffle me”
Well thanks doc thought I give it a shot
Thanks for your time it means a lot
It hit the spot
Copyright © William Hearn | Year Posted 2006
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