as I lie here
I stare at objects that no longer
have any meaning
my mind and heart are
constricted to where
they cease to function
and yet I feel them,
my heart pounding
as hard and fast as
a herd of frightened wild horses,
my mind reeling as thoughts,
one after another pound
at my mind

“you don’t think”
and yet that is only
half the problem of the world
for those of us who do not
think most often understand
those that do

the world has seemed to stop
as if someone has pressed
the ‘pause’ button and
gone off to the kitchen
for some refreshment

“what about you?”
I am different from everyone else
I only know how I feel and
how your actions effect me
I cannot speak for others,
yet I can tell you what I’ve been told

to teach is to guide others along
the path
and yet all you ever do is wrongly
criticize
you should use constructive criticism
point out the good with the bad
not just the bad alone

the season has come to a close
a fond farewell for those friends that
we shall only see there
and we shall once again meet
the same time, same place next and last year

the salty droplets of water fight
their way out
to show themselves to the world
however I fight to keep them in
to hide from the world what I
truly feel, to keep myself contained behind the
“Protective Mask(s)” that I wear

I feel the weight press further
upon myself and wonder if ever
it shall be lifted, however until
then it is time for these waves
to recede back into the depths of
the one thing I dare not explore…

10/22/2001

Posted on 10/22/2001
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