He lives his life for the world and no one else,
coming to an understanding that it will care for him
the way peace calms oceans and sunlight warms wounds.
Waiting for the hour.
Swinging low on a school playground,
yet not hearing a bell or children's scurry
or rain clouds' song.
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The world cannot lie for long, it will carry me away,
somewhere more secure than this road I walk alone,
a tourniquet haunting me.
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It is not holding onto him while he becomes
a man worth dying for.
He is told to hide on ledges because the world
will keep spinning without him and he just needs
to try spiralling down, down, to meet his burial site.
The world molded him for a rebellion without
weaponry, without a war struggling inside him.
He is lost, there are no winds or wings to fly,
and there was no pain to be known....
Written 2/7/13 at 8:23 pm
- Just a free write, needed to get something out.
