| A Promise Made Say it once, they say don't ever say it. I said it. Twice. Don't listen. Forget I spoke, continue on and pretend my words are like pennies . . . too numerous to count, meant to be ignored. Vision blinded by a desperate hope, heart blocked by a soundproof wall. Keep on skiing on your isolated slopes away from my paths, away from my words, away from my wishes. I made you a promise, I provided the follow-through, was I only writing with boomerangs? Did I send it all back to me? Wrapping my arms around myself, I try to find my thoughts . . . What am I thinking, what have I done? Is my mind really gone? Twisting, curling, in a ball. Please find a place for me, give me a reason to spread. I'm crouching, kissing my knees, wanting to get some sanctuary and a promise from your shudder-evoking voice, from your disgusting, misplaced, thoughtless questions. Leave me alone. |
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