11-31-09
These Four Walls
Sometimes
These four walls
are too small
to hold all
of me
thoughts swirling madly
a maelstrom of sound
I'm screaming
but nobody hears a thing
Walking
feet plodding
squelch, splat
sneakers sink in mud
the remnants
of melted snow
that was so beautiful and clear
Clarity.
A rare thing
Once found, it quickly disappears
melts into puddles of mud
confused, messy
Raindrops create rivers
coursing down
trembling lips
face upturned to meet
Wide. Open. Sky.
with room enough
for madness to escape
Soaring away through the grey
skies, and losing itself
in tree-shrouded mountains
misty airs hide him there
I plod along
wondering where it's gone
the madness of my mind
spinning, flying, whirling
filling muggy air with warm, wet
Raindrops falling
Muddy boots
left by the door
their owner hidden away
in the dry and warm folds
of soft blankets
but on her pillow
some rain still falls
silently showering
the foggy plain
'twixt life and dreams
my head on a soggy pillow
But nobody sees me.
These four walls
hide the madness
Nobody sees me.