One more move, and,
the forces of
ways and means
leading the way to
come, to finish
to defeat this soldier
one more desperate cry
against the background smoky noises
one more year, of,
the endless sighs
and exhausted humanity
the electric fences
around my mind.
You wanted it… you just had to get, you begged for it: a piece of me… and then, that was it – I did accept, the invitation sent, maybe ungraciously… I showed up one day, when the skies were grey, guess you hadn’t been, expecting me… but there I was, plenty of space to smash […]Razor-Wire.
I sent text messages, night after long night, feeling desperate to get, my words across right; I wrote of my feelings, regrets and concerns, admitted the fact, that I’ll never learn; I detailed discrepancies, that fuel the wild-fire, mapped out short circuits, to this explosive Live Wire; I blew up your email, unanswered and unread, […]From: Your Loving Saboteur.
I know, I’m hard-headed.
I always insist on seeing for myself, doing it myself, having that first-hand knowledge that I can truly rely and count on.
I was listening to what everyone told me: the warnings and sound advice and cautious reminders.
But I have to see for myself; to prove or disprove a theory through my own trials. And my own errors.
The past 12 months were in error. But, not really. It’s all coming to an end now anyway, so the past can’t be pertinent too much longer now. I am laying in the bed I made myself through impulsive actions and too much hope and faith in happy endings.
A friend of mine says that there’s no logical reason f9r me to disregard the idea of a happy ending to my tragic, drawn out life…
I just can’t help but to inwardly respond with:
“Yeah, unless I turn out to be someone without a happy ending…”