Feel the breeze
Blowing through your fingers...
Memory of a thousand embarrassments
Chokes your mind,
Pollutes your thoughts.

I laugh until
It isn't funny any more,
While memory after memory hits you.

I laugh because you still stand...
And that's something
I've never been able to do;
My feet slid from under me
While I wasn't looking.

You always come through...
You stay upright when hit...
But I can't escape it;
The hand that plucks
All the petals off until
Only a useless head remains.
A head full of regret,
A head that can never forgive itself,
A head that can't let go.

So I sit, hidden
Among the long grass,
Waiting for it to dry out.

Staying alone, in case I hurt
One more innocent person,
For no one who crosses my path
Is ever safe from random pain
I give away so freely.

But the grass does not wither
Under my piercing gaze.

Everyone escapes
Torture at my hand.
It should be this way,
For they do not deserve it.

Maybe I'll stay here for a while.

10/01/2001

Posted on 10/02/2001
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