Monday, April 12, 2010

When it Stirs

Curren Mood: Awake and in Pain  

     

So here I am, sitting

Alone in the dark again

What a perfect screwed-up metaphor

I'm so tired of this

I know I have reason to feel this pain but

But I want to stop it now

It's nights like this when

I don't want to hear solutions

And my dreams just tease me

With promises of a better tomorrow

That isn't today yet

And patience isn't one of my virtues

What, you mean this isn't normal for me?

Either I'm damn good at hiding this or

I spend a lot more time than I like to think

Lost in my head

Angst may be fashionable these days, but

I'd much rather be a happy

My fear is a small green creature

Coiled in my gut

Cold enough to ache

When it stirs

It bares its teeth

And reminds me how easily

It can turn to pain
 
It's the dragon
 
 

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