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| Walk Away by � chibilunacat The slivers of glass rain down my face, And over my teeth severed lips, As the banks of the river come- Flying towards me at a quickening pace. Such a feeling of weightless freedom I have never felt in my life, A feeling I shall never live To feel again. And yet it is a feeling that never ends Never ceases, never quivers- My face pushes into the damp grass, The green stains my skin with envy Envy of life, of living, of spring- My eyes are squeezed closed, Shutting out the dark of the earth, Pressed against my warm face; My nose feels oddly separated And numb, My whole body feels oddly separated- Numb at it's odd angle and bends. My hair feels too heavy and sticky, As it clings to my face in clumps. I want to cry the way someone does At the end of a really good book, But even the tears are tired. I try to open my eyes, To release the tears, to make them come- But they only burn and sting, And then I just feel nothing; Not empty, not sad, not happy, Not pain, not fear, not joy, I feel numb inside my mind. Somewhere near by voices drone- Fading, buzzing, chirping, screaming, But it is no more than the sound Of silence. The water of the river moves along, It hasn't stopped to gawk- The river knows, as times knows That it can only flow, And as I stand beside myself, Broken in the grass I simply bow my head, walk away, Move on. Sitting in the fresh grass by the river, So far from where I lay- I watch the birdies building nests To lay their eggs, And so I sigh, And I reflect- Upon my life, upon my death- I bow my head, And walk away. Terra Mae 6/5/2002 |