Tired. I’m so tired.
Here in the muck and mire.
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I want to feel –
peel –
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back to a time when there were no words.
Back to a moment when nothing was absurd.
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My body shivers from the late spring night air.
Coupled with the dew clinging to my skin makes quite the pair.
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I close my tear filled eyes.
Nature has fallen asleep. Nothing to wish me goodbye.
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What sound to my ears?
The low distant warning, telling all to fear.
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Fear? No, sadness. Lonesome – maybe.
Haunting, absolutely. Beautiful, agree.
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I remove my shoes. The earth is cold and damp between my toes.
Feelings that have nothing to do with my built environment grow.
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That sound fills my ears.
Beautiful, haunting. Please come near.
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Anticipation with each passing minute.
I feel (through my body) your vibration. My emotions pivot.
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There you are. Tears stream down my face.
I have no desire to keep with your pace.
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Thrill me.
Fill me.
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With something other than this.
Something I will not miss.
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Your sound drowns out all thought.
Screams to my lungs you brought.
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I scream, cry, and shout into the night.
Clickety clack. You match my screams with your mechanical might.
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I feel the strength of your raging vibration through the ground.
Come on! No one is around.
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Drown me out to a point of none existence.
Clickety clack. In an instant.
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Faster and faster you shrill into the night.
Faster and faster your haunting cry makes me right.
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Exhausted from my trials.
There is nothing left of me but a pile.
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I cling to this tree for stability.
Having expressed all my inabilities.
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You are pulling me down with you.
I’m not ready yet. I’m not through.
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This tree will be my life line.
I need it to bine,
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my soul to my frame.
Me, you will not claim.
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My emotions are yours.
My heart I did pour.
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Clickety clack; 30 minutes, your length is impressive.
30 minutes, not one bit excessive.
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All of my emotions I have laid out on your tracks.
Clickety clack, I don’t want them back.
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But this will happen again, you and I.
For this world is destined to make me cry.
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You don’t care.
You mask my sorrow, so I can share.
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With the night, your wind, your haunting desire.
I think I’ll just lay here, there is no fire.
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I’m empty, tired, sleep I require.
In the distance I hear your lonesome cry. I smile. Soon my friend, you are singing to the choir.