FMS Pictures & Poetry

Waiting again, again
For things to move,
Dreading every moment.
Wishing they'd return to me,
Hush to silence
Quiet of birdsong and peaceful water.
A little too blissful,
Anxious just as if it were the first time,
Pigheaded and arrogant they think
Or I think.

Meaningless, helpless moments passing by
Wasted on me.
On me
So much has gone to waste
One way or another,
Scattered, symmetrical,
Blowing freely,
Falling rigidly
Through and through,
Gracefully painless and idealistic,
Leaving me standing,
Almost leaning
If I only knew which way,
Bare, fruitless,
Embittered with cold,
No quirks or anecdotes to protect me
Now they're all in the distance
Glittered with frost,
Beautiful and childlike
Unfairly disappointing
Given the velocity -
Coming up for too quickly
Leaving me no route to avoid -
An inevitable shake,
Tremors everywhere
Me me fall to my knees,
Pitiful...
Self-piteous,
Sniffling,
Saying my piece
But not too loud
'Cause it's a privilege
And I'm entitled to it :
Shouting, screaming,
Crying out loud
For mercy and for sorrow
And to ease the guilt
Because I deserve it,
Grasping, clinging,
Fighting to hang on
In vain because I've already lost.
There's no stopping it.