Than the first breath beyond a broken heart
The flag waiving, limping
Dejected breath
The Reminder and Alarm
all at Once
Of One's own fleeting humanity.
I feel so impossibly behind everyone else
No matter how I see it
The latest Bout
Was like being called up to the major leagues
For a single day.
Why am I so undeserving of Romantic Love
From someone I respect and desire?
Why are my actions, all done in the spirit of support,
Always perceived as "too" much?
Why am I the last man standing
Walking
Down Columbus Ave
Medicating with Music?
Songs come on,
I say "Yeah - exactly"
And exhale.
I am drawing in my fences again.
To Life:
Why must you do this to Me?
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