Craving

June 18, 2016

Craving the taste

The one that drips down

In a white pile of waste

I lie, like a masked clown

Who am I without this drug

Who am I, falling down

My heartbeat separates

My heart beats far ahead

As I clutch the sheets that wrap around me

As I clutch the blood stained bed

I envy the wind

The one that blows through the strands of grass

Its freedom is felt and eternal

Always moving forward, never stuck in the past

Where is it telling me to go

For I alone do not know

I hear its whisper

I hear it calling

As the birds chirp all around me

And I continue, clutching and falling

And I continue, masking my true calling

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