April 4th, 2006
|08:07 pm - A Goodbye of Sorts|
There I was, trying to describe wind
and the sensation of falling to a fish.
What do they know, anyway?
Then again, what do I know about rip tides?
We fail each other.
I am truly on my own here
and fingers that should curl 'round my arm
and hoist me up
push at me or merely draw back and hover.
They cannot fathom my mind
or my intentions.
I will claw my way to the finish line,
there is no doubt about that,
but it will HURT
and I will shiver a little with each kick
and cruel word that fate deals me.
You see, I am truly all alone here
and I have decided:
I will cease to be a prisoner
if only by ceasing to acknowledge the cage.
I will be alone because I choose to be,
I will be broke because I spend irresponsibly,
I will be restless because I accept nothing,
and I will cry because I just feel like it.
And though I'm sorry to leave you in my dust
I am not sorry to spare you
20 kinds of discontent.
I fail you.
Current Mood: restless
Current Music: Symphony No.7, Beethoven
|Date:||April 12th, 2006 05:43 am (UTC)|| |
I really like it, but it's sad :(
Yeah, I was pretty down when I wrote it but also very determined to persevere, so it's not ALL sad.