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