Tuesday, October 7, 2014
within these walls
Time does not have four sides
never did and never will
Time does not have a cushioned ceiling
to continually smack your head upon
until the dulling pain
culminates to agonizing torture
confronting us with
one abrupt lifelong indecision
to live or die
to fall or to endure another moment
of complicating simplicity
Time does have four walls
I looked upon them for decades
some of the walls acquired memories of
first kisses, premature ejaculation
and drug addiction
Some of them reminded me of women I once knew
especially the walls of
older apartment bedrooms
I lived within
Time is kinda like these women
they both came, went and
will not return.
Some are dead, some live freely
some beaten into incomprehensibly demoralizing resignation
The walls have always been there
constantly changing with the seasons
in sickness and in health
in joy, sorrow and fear
I made love to you within these walls
and said I'd never leave you
I told you lies within these walls
and you believed me
I died within these walls several times
only to be resuscitated by paramedics
within neon lighted halls of
inner city hospitals
I wouldn't be able to tell you the
names of the people that saved my life
but sometimes I think about them
when I'm alone at night
within these walls
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