Piles
In piles I see
this life accumulating
finding this urgency frustrating
to wile away the time
at war with myself
being pulled down the middle
that funny voice inside
is no confidant,
so cocksure
plainly wrong,
Like a hand on a light switch
flickering on and off
madly transforming the room
into some surreal nightmare
of slow motion mockery
The fake sympathy
of one-dimensional relatives
showing nothing but indifference
as the rift slowly widens
and the crumbling bridge has fallen
dancing through the air
until it vanishes from sight
these eyes welcoming the night
with open arms
mathiasthom
written 4/13/11
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