Another Failure

Created: 08/09/2008 09:34:40 PM

What are we going to do when there is nothing left
But scattered objects
Organized by size
by color
by thought

Songs that we wrote
Paintings we brought home
The dust from the front porch

And we leave our so-called belongings
For others to seize
interpret
remember
imbued with all of our confusion

Why do we really cry?
Is it the recognition of another failure
Another loss of potential
Another wanderer who failed to recognize himself
Who failed at the game
Who failed to recognize others
Who failed to carry the stone
How could anyone carry this stone?
I'm sorry, I wanted to do better than this
For you...
For all of us...
My fucking complex...

Sunken into the ground for the weeds and the flowers
Pushing through the skin...into the soul
Where is your spirit now?
Under the stairwell...
Under the porch...
Peeking out from behind the paintings...
Sleeping next to me by the doorway?

Drone on, always
Just like the ones before you
With all the ones that have fallen before you
I'm tired of being here...
I don't want to leave a trace.