Black water days
Shaky today.
Not angst, not that, not yet
But I can feel it lurking in the corners
Fragile today.
One push and I would break
with sharp-edged snapping sounds like cracks in ice
On days like this my eyes are at my feet
Don't want to see the people that I meet
The world belongs to everyone but me
They are all normal, clean, untainted, free
What are these days? What substance are they made of?
What alchemy of feelings brings them here?
What unlocked backdoor lets them slither in
to make my strength dissolve into this fear?
And will I, someday, travel far enough
Rise high enough that they can never find me
Or will they always stay here, ready to blind me
Stalking my shadow just one step behind me
Black water at the edges of my vision
Black water lying in wait for my submission
I hope for more days where the water's low
For these black water days go by so slow
Poetry by Princess Charles
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Written on 2010-02-01 at 11:08
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