Untitled - April 16, 2001
Like an endless torrent
of river flow,
the words echo silently
against the ice
that is the first barrier
against the deluge.
Everyday, I remain watchful
of the rising levels
of power
the swift word
carries.
What I heard today
is the same
as teh words ysterday.
There are only so many ways
to cut an inch of skin away -
one square at a time.
Just to remind you
that this is real,
rub some salt in please.
And the shock
reminds me that
this nightmare is real
that those words I did hear
were said deliberately
like a cannon through
a tissue -
the gaping hole left -
is disfigured and malformed
in the end.
I won't forget these words
spoken carelessly,
the wounds smart too much
for these hurts
to have been imagined.
I won't forget
the unending silence
you pretend to hear.
I left no words spoke,
I left no silences to be filled.
I left my soul behind
too many years ago
to truly care about
what you say
to an empty shell.
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