Stuck on this plane
I cannot fly
My wings
Clipped by my mind
I writhe in pain
Try and try
Stuck on this plane
I cannot fly
Tag: life
Misery has been
Such good company
The devil on my shoulder
Begging me to give in
We dance barefoot to a waltz
On a floor of glass and nails
Living with misery
We are now one
Heroine addicts
Looking at the girl
With razor carvings
Blanketing her arms and legs
–
They turn away from her
“She doesn’t have a real problem”
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As in life she’s unaccepted
In this world of recovery
–
Walking away
She gives in to
No longer belonging in this world
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Desperately searching
To find the end
–
The end of her pain
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A girl in-need of help
Never found it
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Even in a place
Where all can be helped
Floating toward you
Your gentle hands
Cradle my soul
Floating toward you
Your gentle hands
Cradle my soul
Done with this
Muse
Like all … things
This too must
Come to an end
Served its purpose
No longer inspiring
My head
My heart
My body
Therefore it must be
Disposed of
Out with the recycling
Someone else may
Have use for it
Be on your way
Out of my bed
I can’t afford
To gain
An attachment
To this
Temporary convenience
It wasn’t after
You destroyed our home
It wasn’t after
Your constant berating
It wasn’t after
You put your hand through the wall
It wasn’t after
I swallowed those pills
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It wasn’t when
You called the ambulance
It wasn’t when
I was revived
It was when
You finally left
–
It was when
I finally had a moment to think,
About myself
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It was when
I realized
I could be happy
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Without you…
Rarely have I heard
Truth in what was spoken to me
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Like an extinguisher
My flames were doused
By words
Replaced by rage
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Until I gave in
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Lovely words
Fraudulent, falsities of a predator
Weakening my stance
Taking away something in me
Replacing love with fear
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Words… just words
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Words no longer hold
Complete validity
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Meaning lies behind actions
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Love is in the hands,
Holding the heart,
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Guiding me
Towards the stars
Towards the truth
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Words the initiator
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Truth in the words
Propel love’s momentum
A controlled explosion
–
My flames allowed to burn
Unafraid…
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Because the truth of love
Allows it to be so.
Where do you go when
Your mind is racing
Your thoughts are
Taking you to unfamiliar places.
–
Do you travel to
Distant places where
Reality doesn’t exist
Time and space are a myth
Or does your heart
Pulse with love,
And the once quiet yearning
Finally breaks loose
Does the anger
The sad regret
Seep from your pores
Allowing you to mourn
Where do you go
When you need
To be free…
B.A. Wilcox © 