Sunday, April 08, 2007

I Fell Inside

Now I lay me down to die
I got to high, well that's all right
Some lives are better left unlived
Nothing left to give, well that's all right

Point the needle to the south degree
If I choose not to be, well that's all right
If my spirit flies away
If I die today, well that's all right

If you find me face down on the floor
Well I just couldn't take it anymore
The wound grew wide until I fell inside
The wound grew wide until I fell inside

The wound grew wide until I fell inside

"we're like dr. phil, with balls! okay"

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You've been here before and you are learning to do it differently each time. I admire you for risking your heart and choosing to be in relationship even when it is messy and filled with tears and fights.

I love you!

Autobiography in Five Chapters
Chapter I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost...I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in - again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I fall in...it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V
I walk down a different street.

el~ISA~beth said...

I love that series of poems. I've never heard it before, but it's perfect.