#53 - Today I wrote.
this:
It's always like this: it's yours and it's not.
An evolving yes and no. A spit and a swallow.
Regurgitation and the feelings it imprints.
Like a kiss meant for you but given to another.
Like a hug meant for another but given to you.
Try gripping water and barely have any left to cup.
And there's nothing that you can do, but wait.
Wait with patient anxiety.
A long walk by the beach to an open trapdoor in the sand.
And your heart. Your poor heart beating, bleeding as it always does.
Thumping out words when it can even barely spell out letters because it's tired.
It's tired of this.
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
I expire.......
Into thy hands, I commend my spirit O Lord. Thy will be done.
It's always like this: it's yours and it's not.
An evolving yes and no. A spit and a swallow.
Regurgitation and the feelings it imprints.
Like a kiss meant for you but given to another.
Like a hug meant for another but given to you.
Try gripping water and barely have any left to cup.
And there's nothing that you can do, but wait.
Wait with patient anxiety.
A long walk by the beach to an open trapdoor in the sand.
And your heart. Your poor heart beating, bleeding as it always does.
Thumping out words when it can even barely spell out letters because it's tired.
It's tired of this.
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
I expire.......
Into thy hands, I commend my spirit O Lord. Thy will be done.