"When There's Littel Relief"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Why don't you pause, be kind? Why remain so fucking blind?

Submitted: October 13, 2014

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When there's little relief
and the calm is too brief

I float outside my head to find
some lost fragment of my mind.
 
If you looked at me could you tell
I'm not doing too well?
What's bounded up and chained inside
has taken every step out of my stride.
 
When there's little relief
and the calm is too brief
I float outside my head to find
some lost fragment of my mind.
 
You think I'm not there.
But I'm everywhere.
No different than the girl next door
who hides the crack inside her drawer.
 
When there's little relief
and the calm is too brief
I float outside my head to find
some lost fragment of my mind.
 
When you walk down the street
do you look at the people you meet?
Or hang your head down low and hurry by
neglecting to see each hungry eye?
 
When there's little relief
and the calm is too brief
I float outside my head to find
some lost fragment of my mind.
 
When she's fucking you blind
and blowing you kind
you think you've reached inside her well.
But you don't know the depths of hell!
 
When there's little relief
and the calm is too brief
I float outside my head to find
some lost fragment of my mind.
 


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