May 28, 2010 14:15
I hit my first animals today, while I was driving. To make it worse they were our animals. I guess it's something that has to happen eventually, hitting an animal. It doesn't mak it hurt less. It's worse when you're the one to hit them... To make it worse I was the one who had to move them off the road so no one else ran over them.
So in the classic way I deal with trama, here are some poems. I might add more depending on how depressed I get.
It's not the Same, Not anymore
I need you to tell me it’s okay
But to me it’s not okay
My pounding feet brought me close
To close to the horror of what I did
I wanted to turn and run
But run I could not, I owed you that
I blame myself even if there’s nothing to atone
I want to lock it away, may it never see the light of day
May it gather dust, and the hinges rust shut
But I know it won’t go quietly, and it’s the first of many
No one is perfect, no one is innocent
Not any more
To Forget
Memories I live to forget
They sneek up on me when I least expect
The pain of what I’ve done won’t leave me alone
Sometimes I wish I had a heart of stone
They would’ve left eventually
I just boosted the process exorbitantly
There are some left, for that I’m grateful
But they don’t make it any less painful
Logicality
I try to categorize logically
Hide behind my wall of impenetrability
My brain points out why it shouldn’t bother me
My heart reminds me of the horror of what I see
I want my heart to go far away
I want my brain to talk to me and stay
I will drown my sorrows in what I can
Because these memories I can not stand
Stay tuned for possibly more...
poetry