Thursday, February 10

Control

Forgotten flower
No scent of perfume
Nothing but the dust now

Building pace, steaming up
For disintegration comes
I won’t be held responsible

Look into a mirror
Don’t recognise myself
Trying to remember who I am

Father, voices inside my body,
They are not my own

If only I was strong
I would take control,
But the fact is I am weak.

2 Comments:

Blogger Dakini said...

YOU REALLY BELIEVE YOU ARE "WEAK"?

February 11, 2005 3:39 am  
Blogger airspaced said...

In that moment I believe I was, and I believe we all are at times. For all our induvidual strengths, each of us is undermined by weakness.

February 11, 2005 10:59 am  

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