There are days
Spent
Lying in wait-
Dreaming of the next event.

The Now is making
My skin crawl,
Away,
Itching for a difference.
(I should be making
My own difference.)

I’m not sleeping well
For crawling skin
And waiting,
Waiting, waiting.
Distract me.
(My own life should be
My distraction.)

Destination vs. Journey :
Are we there yet?
My closed eyes
Miss the passing wonderland.
Is it possible to grieve
Unknown losses?
(I should be grieving
The pile of rubble at my feet.)

I want to stop breathing,
But only because it’s something different
Than breathing in and out,
Over and over,
Every day.
I don’t want to “die” per se.
I just need to see the light
At the end of this tunnel.

02/16/2005

Posted on 02/17/2005
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