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29 August 2008

Helpless

I see you standing there
You look so alone
Surrounded by well-meaning victims
Of the life they live for you
How long have you worn that smile?

Imprisoned little tear
Held down with spells of laughter
Silently screaming for release
But who would listen
Who would care?

Our good days are gone
We outran the sun
Take my hand
But just to say goodbye
It's all downhill from here

I'm not going to say
I should have held on a little longer
It takes a stronger man
So take my photo off the wall
I wanted better for you

22 August 2008

It happens every night

He awakens with a start. His eyes dart around cautiously; quickly he throws his hands under his blanket, his limbs becoming tangled in a mess of writhing sheets. "It's gone..." he stammers in confusion while wrestling with the bedsheets, searching for whatever-IT-is.

Clearly my sleep will be disturbed tonight.