spittlerattle

stuff i write

Month: August, 2013

The Do-Gooder’s Dilemma

Face the morning:
I’m on a come down.
She says, ‘Feel my Pain’.
But I haven’t got the patience.
And, for that, I know, I’m going to be Damned,
Eternally.
Certainly.

Face the darkness:
I’m a snarling snag of traps.
She says, ‘I can’t sleep’.
Then sleeps with her head in my lap.
And for that, I know, I’m going to be Saved,
Eternally.
Surely?

We’ll see.

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Dig my heels in

It’s all on schedule,
Yet ephemeral,
And when I wake up it tends to be gone.
I had it here!
I was keeping it near,
Something must’ve gone very wrong.

Nothing hangs around here for very long –

Except You –
Who I have to choose to lose.
Except You –
Unless I dig my heels in.

I’ve been dreaming
In a delirium,
Messy stuff I can barely comprehend;
Full of shame
And tedium,
With you being my long lost friend;

All good things must come to an end.

Even You –
Who I have to choose to lose.
Even You –
Even if I dig my heels in.