Eden is gone.

Those forgotten happy thoughts
And those elusive happy dreams
That is the way out of this - I heard you say
Or so it simply seems
For those who can never see it
I feel
Glued to a simple seldom questioned singular thought.
Alone?
But I like alone: I think this yet reverse it often.
Seams split and unpacking at extremes, truthfully.
Can I tell? Why can't you taste this sourness?

The body occupies a strip of land at the end of time, battered
Assaulted without hesitation nor finger precious lingering
This is 2014 so all falls foul and we are deeply mired souls
Nightmares do guide; coming along this hideous way
Death soon will lead me beyond the hatred in man.

To think I actually thought I'd run away?
But to find the truth ...
And then return to rebuild Eden to discover only lies
Antagonism of my self is the only result found
Distraction doesn't come unstuck from the page
Flames should burn it black and finally.

Broken isn't so bad.
Forcing me to look up another path
Time! I used to see you as my enemy
But I now turn to a different cog
Tangled up in the roads walked
Seeing in me probable cause.
Now swallowing another 100mg
Down and waiting for lights out.
Reneged on Zopiclone and Mel
Turning the pages on the Doors
It awakes in me a memory of youth
What was the error I made before
Pissing out another wasted day?
Wait on time and sustain truth
A little while and stick to it
Anti me in depressants until called.

So how long have I seen myself as
J. Alfred and not D. Joseph?
Less than the attendant lords
Never sent for from the sides
Incompatible with myself and, 
Nevermind other selves, strange
So very sinister to face these eyes
Realising two ways can never accord

Being either one or another
Sane or insane
Truthful or blatantly lying
Fearing this prism and
Fearful of the monster
Reality, heaving heavily.

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