When you spare me understanding
I crumple up.

My stomach grinds into a mess.

It churns with mighty force
bringing me back to childhood
when my insides were torn
and ulcers found their way.

I worried about minute things then
but now I worry about you,
so grand to me, but you think
I am only pointing out your wrongs
but in reality I try to look out for you
and my concern is seen as disdain.

You can easily end the conversation
far too early in my eyes,
before I can fully comprehend
that which you are feeling.

Cutting me off cuts me down
like a mighty pine
that meets his chainsaw doom
on a beautiful spring day
where the only sounds
are that of animals and life
existing with ferocity
in a hush, until the mighty
chain whips crashing upon
barking flesh.

07/03/2007

Posted on 07/03/2007
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