These are the first poems I've written since I left my teens. I highly recommend creative therapies. Even if the end result isn't aesthetically pleasing, it is so healthy to have an outlet.
I know you're there
lurking in the dark.
Your arrival is announced
by hoofbeats
I can not see, but I see too much
I can not hear, it's all too loud
The punishment
the pounding punishment.
I can not run
I can not hide
to fight makes it worse.
I lay prone
wishing you away
Until you go
and leave me shaken
tired and weak.
You always come back
but one day you won't.
The gift of leisure is tainted with sickness
My talents destroyed by their source
Only aliens feel human
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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