(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)
Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.
Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.
Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.
Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.
It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.
It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.
©2014 choiSOSS
choiSOSS 