Can Never See
Thoughts descend on me quite disturbed
the ghosts in this room
always trying for the last word,
in the midnight gloom
But can never see
with our own two eyes
such deafened ears
really comes as no surprise
In front of the mirror again
finger prints and toothpaste splatter
outside gunning engines and drunken laughter
racing cars just over the bend
Hoping this is not the end
darkened days might not descend
religious fanatics trying for the upper hand
but surely God doesn't appear on demand
Preying on a subconscious level
with folded hands praying
over a Saint Christopher medal,
how these hypocrites meddle
Not part of that doom and gloom crowd
creating unease with their heads bowed
reciting favorite passages memorized,
damning segments of society to hell again
Can hear the fan on the computer
it seems to be in overdrive
hidden dust and such
marking the passage of time
It is 1:55am, somewhere in between
being fully aware
in kind of a sleepwalking dream
or so it seems
Racing thoughts carry over from the day
wishing it would settle down
or just fade away,
like countless forgotten yesterdays
mathiasthom
written 5/17/11
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