the will

the will

A Poem by Merryweather Honeyfoot

green fades with ease

into the dark and hollow trees

*fake peace* preaches the sky's blue.

my body sinks deeper into my shoes.

i am not standing here -

- the barrier hiding reality

is distorted but clear.

the birds fly to nowhere.

the bees think a nest in my hair.

i want to be tucked away with them,

genuine comfort being so rare.

as i take the steps down the street

some feeling explodes, from my brain to my heart..

from my fingers to my feet.

i must keep walking

though even breathing is a task.
 
must make this worthwhile

though my motivation will never last.

© 2010 Merryweather Honeyfoot


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