Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Things that got lost? No! Things that have gone astray…

Is there any good left?

I leave this house and
I feel healed,
But I return to this house
And I am infected again.

There is a heaven out there
For me, but the journey to
It is slowly assassinating me.

What I can fathom is
The length of the journey,
But I slowly feel like
I'm dying or being drained,
And it is this
That I don't understand.

If you follow me, be prepared.
I'm no leader,
You'll just get lost and
I am already vanished.
I'd rather not be responsible
For another person.

I'm barely responsible for myself.

Look here, bread crumbs, so
I won't become one of the missing…
Oh, but I've been gone since birth.

I'm biting my lip.
Cries escape and from whence
They came, I cannot determine.

There has only been the cry of
The wind as it pushes past me.
Hendrix wasn't too inaccurate.
The wind cries but it cries
Not of Mary. It cries for all
The sanity that has escaped.

Too bad the meandering of the mind
Cannot be located at a lost and found.

Too bad insanity is permanent.

Too bad hell can be
Harbored in a household.

January 23, 2006
Suge


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