Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

They Keep Me

I don't think you know the smell of sadness
As it is let loose, a floodgate that has broken,
A mess of cold and curt, hardness evident
Wherever you turn, and no care anywhere.

I'm cold for no one touches me,
No one hugs me and waits for me
To finish crying long enough to explain.
Maybe explanation is unneeded and uncared for.
Maybe I am just cold for no reason.

I don't know where I'm going,
I don't know where I'll end up,
I don't even know the meaning of my dreams.
It all scares me too much into not caring for naps.

My thoughtless ponderings keep me up late,
They keep me sleeping oddly,
They keep me waking in sweat,
They keep me.
I wish they wouldn't.

October 18, 2004


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They Keep Me

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