Walkers

I'll never understand why I would cry...
I used to for nights on end.
Things were different then, I was trapped inside myself.
Trapped inside of my room, used and abused by those who loved me...or so they'd say...

I am truly loved now
I am truly happy now

...but still, I cry.

My thoughts are my apprehension, I apprehend them to give them life and body
With this body, legs to walk and spread its intent but I am intent on finding its true meaning
Why do I subject myself to these subjects that I have created?
Why don't I just shut them out completely?
They are here because they are traveling across the expansiveness of my mind, even if I leave them far behind,
they will still exist...waiting dormant...
I gave them birth and they grow into something i can't explain
I created them, yet I complain, and there is only one way to get rid of them...
There are many ways to see when your eyes are shut, but I can't seem to find them with my minds searchlight
I should trade it in for what might be viewed as obscene, but the scene has completely shifted
Its pitch black, and they hide, still waiting, wrought with judgment and pain to lash out at those
that truly love me for...

I am truly loved now
I am truly happy now

...but they are hiding in my tears, waiting wrought with judgment and pain to lash out at those that
truly love me.
Above me, a halo of shit comes crashing down and my head is brown with its shattered light
and it helps me to see them...
waiting within my misery, and i remember that there is only one way to get rid of them...

There is only one love
There is only true love

...and I regain my life's focus as I focus my insides, where they reside, waiting wrought with judgment and pain
and I lash out at them with weapons of ignorance, because I don't need to know them, so I throw them aside.
Inside, I feel set, and I try not to understand, for there is only one way to get rid of them...
and that is to simply forget.



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-01-31 at 02:15

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being to happy and too busy to even think about forgetting Oh naked one! is the best bet in my book. A great write from a sensitive male poet. That is why you cry...because you can express yourself naturally and the tears are all part of that naturalness. imo Smiling at you, Tai
2007-02-01