BlueLijn

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Hell or High Water

If I walked back through the door
The prodigal daughter
Lost
Found
If they saw me again
Would they know me
Would I fill conversations
In pleasure or in pain
Would they gloat
Or envy

Time changes everything
It certainly changed me
Too many times fallen
With no words to describe
Too many times sealed
Deep within me
That I’m not even sure
Alcohol could tease out
Too many dreams and plans
That I’m following
Silently
Come hell or high water

Friday, November 03, 2006

Purgatory

A moment in purgatory
Enclosed in white walls
So slick you can see yourself
So thick nothing can seep in
I’m lying immobile in someone else’s clothes
Listening to minutes of silence
Time so pure it can deafen
I’m watching the bodies float in and roll out
Without words
Without comfort
The air so cold it drips into me
Never to touch me again
Waiting to die
Waiting to live again
Suspended beyond fear
A moment in purgatory