Sunday
Heart like a sinking stone
always here, standing still
as the impartial world travels by
Struggling with definitions
and bold declarations
of what it truly means
to be so pathetically ill
Feeling life grinding still
staggering to a complete halt
wondering who is at fault
all these bittersweet efforts
amounting to a trickle of sweat
crystallized to salt
Cannot find a reason to work
not a lower rung on a hierarchy chain
tormented by rules
subjected to fools
loss of reason never quite explained
Paraded in front of peers
as if mockery will belittle
causing a cascade of tears
These flood gates are disbanded
emotions are never underhanded
in this moment so crystal clear
underwhelmed and unappreciated
this soul is quite sated
ready to be stoned
mathiasthom
written 8/29/10
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