December 7, 2012

which way


©CNirvana

CH Harvey


i keep myself up
past the last stroke on the broken clock
wondering when is too late really

listening to the ticking
never seems to get easier 
with the dawn of twilight fading

and I wait
frustrated and disappointed
willing this mind to change

something will change

waiting for the next shoe to fall
paired sideways with the last
crumpled bits of paper scatter the floor

my aptitude of deceiver and deception
fall short of my skillful wallow
lying to the only one that really matters

somewhere the map got flipped upside down

torn corners, matching torn discoveries
lost again, with no way of my own

2 comments:

  1. I love this. I'm going to set it to music and see what happens.
    The "way" is always different from where you are now. Even if it's backwards.

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  2. poignant. but I don't think you are lost. you are on a detour perhaps :)

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