there are some things that never cease
this tugging and pulling on an anguished soul
in that twisted diabolical fashion.
pressed up against the light
of what you thought for sure you had to have,
only to see it rip and tear
torn in two and thrown away
like an after thought.
there in the shadows lays the longing
that never stops.
pressed behind the outer realms
of disbelief, whimpering
still limping with the memory
of what you used to believe
back when it was a different day

and now, there are all these stiff intentions
groaning.
swelling now to make their way felt,
in this land of
all that you can never have.
fast forward, stumbling
face down, arms flailing
wishing against all hope
as you scream into the lifeless breeze
that maybe there's still one promise
you can savor
taste anew,
before the boundary line shifts
and you're back to where you never were ...

08/04/2009

Posted on 08/05/2009
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