(no subject)
my bones are restless this night
as they have been many a time before
my skin itches from the inside
threatening to rupture
into a scene of agitation
what drives this impatience?
why for am i driven to this edge?
each night now has it come
and with its return
does my heart skip a beat
do i become short of breath
as my hair stands on end
no longer able to sit aside
i stand
yet know not why
my brain on the brink of recollection
of a memory maybe in the midst of me
or rather stead, outside myself
the tip of my tongue tingles
with the words i wish i knew to say
i stand before a cliff
overlooking a vast abyss
and into this unknown do i stare
contemplating my next step
it is this deliberation that debilitates me so
unable to force myself forward
my only recourse is to stay in spirit
to await this final first step
as they have been many a time before
my skin itches from the inside
threatening to rupture
into a scene of agitation
what drives this impatience?
why for am i driven to this edge?
each night now has it come
and with its return
does my heart skip a beat
do i become short of breath
as my hair stands on end
no longer able to sit aside
i stand
yet know not why
my brain on the brink of recollection
of a memory maybe in the midst of me
or rather stead, outside myself
the tip of my tongue tingles
with the words i wish i knew to say
i stand before a cliff
overlooking a vast abyss
and into this unknown do i stare
contemplating my next step
it is this deliberation that debilitates me so
unable to force myself forward
my only recourse is to stay in spirit
to await this final first step