Saturday, February 2, 2013

"Debate"- A Poem

When my eyes are fluttering
and I can hear the highways through my window
that's when I say the things I believe most
the things that make me scared of my own being
my own soul

but I don't think you should be afraid of me
i won't harm you
that much is not exactly said for myself, though

and I try to make it work, make
but nothing ever does.
nothing ever does sit nicely 
like worn history books on a shelf

things get thrown 
ruined, soiled
by other things
and these other things
are what keep me up when the moon is 
telling me secrets
and answers to my questions

I now realize that 
I'm playing a game of tug of war with my 
soul and

god knows who will win.

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