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Standing Memoir
(Written On 11-30-2006)
We’re at a standstill.
Can’t mend time, can’t bend it or remake it.
Still we stare, fear, and dream, always wondering.
Can we continue? Can we handle this?
One reassurance is all we need.
Yet our tainted heart doesn’t mend, only constantly weeps.
Never ending, so tiring, when can we escape this hazed moratorium?
We’re at a standstill.
Fighting, battling, slaying who we are, what we’ve become.
People’s words bounce around us.
Are we really such a hellish eyed freak?
Can’t be, won’t let them take away the dream.
Morning wanes to evening, vice versa, vice versa.
No one moves, no one sways, still staring, whispering, and deteriorating.
We’re at a standstill.
Pressure keeps building, boiling, climaxing into the widowed sea.
Silence becoming our solitary mourned anthem.
What do you want? What do you think I see?
I see the bleakness of the future, stretching so far I can’t breathe.
What’s the point in caring, when all they do is turn and flee.
Friendship, no one even knows what that word means.
We’re at a standstill.
I see you, plead to you, beg you to make it cease.
Two voices can’t contend, with one prize expectant in the end.
We argue bitter words that cause us pain.
Yet we stare at one another, like a hollowed out shell of a repetitive dream.
Nothing more than a passing glance and it all comes tumbling back.
Lies, demands, and yet so much power lies coiled, held in check.
We’re at a standstill.
Can’t mend time, can’t bend it or remake it.
People’s Words Bounce around us.
What do you want? What do you think I see?
Yet we stare at one another, like a hollowed out shell of a repetitive dream.
Can’t control conditions, emotions, nor the powers manifesting from somewhere inside.
Movements made the same, staring out from twin points of blurred earthen flame.
We’re at a standstill.
My flickering reflection, and the woman staring back that I wish, dream, and hope is still me.
