Cutting I walk I walk until my legs ache for rest I walk on the sun at my back I think about nothing at all I walk my thoughtless thoughts are all I walk on I see the sunlight play upon the stream I stare at the tiny fish that swim into shadow there I stare on I listen to a skylark high above me I stare up into the blue beyond me, and I stare on until my eyes ache as my legs ache as my heart aches as my mind aches, for answers for peace All the folds of all the lives enfolding me binding me blinding me between what I do, and what I should do, and what I can do, and what I cannot face Cutting so much cutting of flesh cutting out folds that enfold what remains, not whole seeking, seeking, solace in the skylarks voice in the shadows with the fish in the blue beyond me wanting time to simply evaporate So unsure so insecure I walk I stare nowhere. Andrew Meek 13/03/2014
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 17:13:04 +0000
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