An Empty Muse*

June 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’m not sure what to do. 

I have so much to say, but not all of it should be said.
A boulder teetering on the edge of a hill. Ready to tumble down with hopeless abandon.
I don’t care what breaks, but I’ll care once it’s broken.
Secrets, written on the inside of my eyes so only I can read them.
Scribbled down without caution, or care.
I think after this I’m going to go away for a while.
Fade into the black for a time and learn what quite is.

These are my parting words.

I always feel like running…not away.
There is no such place.  

Gill Scott – Heron

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