in the shower a by Indigo Tempestain the shower a water-birth every other 3 minutes. but will this one be another stillborn fish still in my head born but never wakened? blue, blue baby. i've heard it many times before and they look at me as if they cannot stand to breathe the same air i breathe empty scorn tempest-tossed in the calm water at their respiratory genii and their failing muse song of my life thought but never spoken considered but never chosen bought but never handled fed but never cared for killed but never buried it is the way it goes born but never breathing held but never suckled loved but never living. they do not ask for any thing of mine but still they take every thing i have all my tears my tears my hopes hopes love love... don't i love? don't you know how i cry every night waiting for you to come back to me or leave me or give me some sign that there is someone out there?
08/09/1999 Posted on 01/18/2003 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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