Dec 14 2006
The Fallen (Nevertheless)
What is all of this?
There’s this inky darkness that surrounds me.
I can’t even tell if my eyes are open or if they’re closed.
And maybe it’s so much worse.
I beckon for my hands to move,
Because, with these shot-up knees,
I know my legs can’t carry this broken body.
What is all of this?
It’s as if the world has closed around my body.
I can’t feel my legs & I certainly can’t see them
And I don’t know which should have been first.
I beckon for my hands to move,
Because, with these shot-up knees,
I know my legs can’t carry this broken body.
What is all of this?
The pressure that was pressing hard against me
Has become a tangible presence circling this alleyway.
But it still doesn’t bring an end to my hurt.
I beckon for my hands to move,
Because, with these shot-up knees,
I know my legs can’t carry this broken body.
I feel something in the air.
I wish I knew that someone was really there.
Nevertheless
I just cannot fight anymore.
I just want to get up off this floor.
Nevertheless
I know I can’t do this on my own,
Lost & tired & all alone.
Without sight, without life, there’s not a single movement left.
APN.
Copyright 10/29/2006
