I've fallen on the pavement..
recalling every statement
..my voice heals
I'm searching for amazement
hatred..digs into my wounds
as I'm trying to make it
..soon, could I breathe well
or breathe deep, my throats swell
..heaven or hell..these choices
there cold..shivering
these inside head voices I can't take it
..but..
i made it, to different sequences
where I'm stripped bare naked
falling..I'm breaking I can't get up
every simulation I take in..
I can't forget ya, I'm divined
switched tasks just like a needle pine
taking breaks in between time
never getting a minute though
I've felt like I've reached my limit
n..it shows.. knowledge breaking
down for statements of growing
forgetful of taking tests of showing
I've been cold all my life
like the other side of the pillow
and I'm still cold.. never flipped over
n I'm relieved every syllable
This is moving, and i love that movement in the words... this is freeflow and that it the 'real' in real poetry.... something a wordsmith cannot learn, it just is or is not... I love the words and the style and the subject , in fact I just love it :)