Sunday, March 11, 2012

We Sit In Park


Breaking my skin, can’t get in.
Not deep enough, just not enough.

There is no shallow end, no bottom.
A soul from here to infinity.

Where do you go?
What have you seen.

Impulses start to fire and enrage.
Emotions sparked and left in haze.

I am not looking at the world
The way you do.

Desensitized, destructed, strong and bruised.

I see the truth.

2 comments:

Arian Tejano said...

I relate to this. "Not deep enough, just not enough" reached out and grabbed me.

Whatever said...

Sometimes I see the truth too,
but sometimes it's so scary I have to look the other way.

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...