Gimme a little
Of this space
That we're inOne thing after another
Bam
Bam
Bam
Hollow and loud
Hitting only my head
And the middle of my chestCan we hold the noise?
Can we stand still
For just a minute?I use to
In a really good way
I stood in that spot where
Sweet and sour met each other
To run around my ankles
And spiral up my legsThe two of them ran so close
That you could only recognize them
As the magic
Not twoI don't get to stand in that spot
In this space
Quite so much as I'd ought
Or would likeI saw it floating around
Up around my hands
A couple timesBut it's mostly just memories
And I only hope
Someone else is seeing
The spirals glow around their ankles
Because if I was keeping the magic aliveIt might be pretty close
To it's last heartbeatI don't wanna be the only one to blame
When I let it down
Which I amIt's so hard to do
In this wretched space
Because my energy is being wasted
NowOn pushing that metal
And stacking those boxes
Working like a cog in this clockMeaningless work
This is not work
This is machinary
Work yields accomplishmentWe do not work
When will you get back to it?
You must suffer to have joy
You say
But are you just afraid?What, of them?
I have not seen many beans from you
Lately
No blossoms to speak ofIt's just taking me out
Wringing me like an overused rag
Just keepin my eyes on the hard ground
In this placeIt's the easiest way to keep them open
And the sun
Is too hot nowI'd blame it on the trash
Woven into your trees
In this place
But maybe I've lost itMaybe I'm falling into
This place, where you make me feel
So thin
So ghostlyI'm feeling pretty weak
And you're asking me too many questions
And what do I do in
This place?Where there's no time to stare at the
Morning dew
Collected in the corners of my windowWhere I stay up too late
Staring at the fake stories
So I don't think about the spirals
That melt into puddles under my feetMaking my shoes soaked
And feet heavy
So heavy that my whole body slumps down
A slave to itIs it me?
My lack of discipline?
My own disconnection?
No more drive?
My sin taking over?I hope the time comes
Where I can coax the magic back
Letting it know that the coast is clearThis is my only hope:
That it's too ugly now
So it's in hiding, and I don't want it out yet
I pray it comes out laterBecause
What am I gonna do?With no more magic to speak of?
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Poems That Came From a Beanstalk
PoetryPoems that came from... well, a beanstalk (updates are random)