I Am Small

To know pain

is to exist, and as lovely

is this pain as lonely is the

fall out of earth, away from

time there are angels who paint

the sky a burst of color to dry the

leaking eye, aren't we all subservient,

I feel weak, I feel the fog settling around

me, I feel forgotten.

 

Contract into a shell, thump against its

sides you've fallen, and the fall doesn't

seem so terrible any longer, all mystery

is a separation from misery, in theory.

 

The wild dark is home to a burdened

animal, and you can feel afraid

lying against the forest ground so

long as there is no star to follow,

the lavishing trees have to bend,

have you heard them at winters

end, crying insubordinate, I suppose,

we've all been.

 

So if we're quite the opposite of a lavishing

tree, and quite the same, aren't we as useless

as the forest? Couldn't anything be useless,

aren't we?   

Comments

ehselihc

This reminds me of Tyler Joseph's raps

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