Too many words
Not enough
They speak volumes
But not of truth
They no longer serve my purpose
These heavy droplets of mercury
So minute but damaging
when dispersed into the air
Traveling, unconnected bits
Fractions of the whole
Poison,
Polluting what was intended to be said.
Disgusting
The innumerous number of victim songs
Melodies of the unfairly dejected
And I think
How many fit me?
Reject these
Devulge in more interesting past times:
Self pity,
Mourning the loss of my life.
Pathetic.
I am not dead , i have lost nothing
I am still alive with or without others
I stand alone
Individual
More than a facet of my pod, group, family, clique
Not an easy burden to lift
But so light, free
Without the added weight of others
Sustaining myself
While giving to others
While sustaining myself
What joy-
to have a surplus to give from
what I hold within is so bright
And to discover this...
Jubilation
And to share it with another...
Sacred
Something to be gaurded well but not rationed
To be given in superfluous amounts
This I have
This I know
I stay awake at night , once candle burning
Writing , writing
Tormented , jumbled words of confusion
All leading back to nowhere, all repeating the same pathetic theme
And this candle I place my hopes in-
I cannot wait for my changes to come to me
There is too little time to wait around
In the hope that something unknown may occur
I want the world, I want the whole world.
However unfortunate
However true
