April 2, 2012

April 2, 2012

It hurts- It never stops.
It's a bleeding pain inside my chest.
It's a flame, burning on and on.

It hurts- when did it start.
I bled right though the bandage.
It wasn't good enough.

It's loud- my mind won't stop.
It yells forever.
While my mouth is sealed.

I thought this train had left.
I thought that all these people,
Would never been seen again.

But they showed up now.
They showed up in their town cars-
From the moon, and up from mars.

Though their faces change.
I could tell by their voices,
That they were still the same.

With their feelings estranged.
I didn't have to squint hard,
To see that their truths had stayed.

And though their names remained,
They were stained as they had blamed,
Through their soulless games.

And I kissed the floor,
The floor that I had missed.
We reminisced.