Waste Me (from Chanteuse)
Waste Me
I
Am the saddest prisoner
The worst kind
(if a good one exists)
A white balloon--
No color to entice the eye--
Held by an unwitting hand
That should mercifully
Release the string that keeps me
Hovering just above life--
Able to see everything
But be part of nothing
I look at the sea
To set me free
But I'm just left behind
So waste me, waste me
Like a wick in the wind
I burn within
But give no light
I am swallowed and mocked by the night
The sea glories before me
But the Jordan is dry
And healing won't come
Waste me, waste me
Like a wick in the wind
Or remove the blindfold
Let me see the end
That extinguishes
Every thought and memory
Sept. 10/Oct. 5, 2011
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