i used to be a pretty decent writer, didn't i. i swore to never release it. sucks.
That large, unfamiliar hand
is nearing me again
I never appreciated
its intent
The way it harassed me so easily
and later passed like it did not know me
Like it did not know my body
head to toe, pore to pore, every freckle
As though it did not know what it had done
to my mind
The way its abuse overwhelmed my thoughts
and paused my thinking
And how I sat there and did nothing to stop it
Allowing it to rub away my independence
I knew what it was doing
and I only watched
I felt distant
and too infinite to care
Although I knew
this suffering would come
I might have been able
to prevent it all
Yet as it becomes closer
I only wait patiently.
is nearing me again
I never appreciated
its intent
The way it harassed me so easily
and later passed like it did not know me
Like it did not know my body
head to toe, pore to pore, every freckle
As though it did not know what it had done
to my mind
The way its abuse overwhelmed my thoughts
and paused my thinking
And how I sat there and did nothing to stop it
Allowing it to rub away my independence
I knew what it was doing
and I only watched
I felt distant
and too infinite to care
Although I knew
this suffering would come
I might have been able
to prevent it all
Yet as it becomes closer
I only wait patiently.