Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Brain-wash, rinse & spit...

Don't know if this is a poem or just
my thoughts running away with my brain.
(or my brain running away with my thoughts? good grief.)
the wall is thick blocks
I'd prefer rocks, but I can't seem to change it.
protecting you from me
is best because it seems there is no good
purpose to knowing me.
it would confuse you and hurt you and
I've done too much of that already, so save yourself
the disappointment and
me the pain.
things won't change, will always be the same.
I have questions but don't
really want the answers.
Whether you know it or not,
neither do you.


boneman said...

I'de say this falls under the classification of a serious thought poem.
It was serious, I thought.

AspergantuS said...

That's pretty deep stuff there m'lady....

Jean said...

It kept me busy all morning at work. Feels very different than what I usually post but, I thought it might be a good way to purge my brain.

Rantin' Ron said...

This is one of those times in life where being a shallow person with a room temperature IQ is a distinct liability but I feel safe in saying that I hope you feel better soon dear lady.

Jean said...

Thank you, Ron. It's been a sucky couple of weeks, but feels like it's beginning to lift.