Monday, September 14, 2009

Lights, clear
His eyes are begging for answers
They question, they ask
They beg for anything
For a something that I don't know
I look away
I can't keep my gaze
His eyes--they flash
Into my very empty soul
I can't even answer my own eyes

They keep looking within me
But I'm so nervous
I shake in the stares
I stutter int he silence
Beg me, beg me, beg me again
I have no answers for empty prayers

He listens
My hands crease the lines and my sweat smears the ink and I can't think
Only read as blank as the paper
A break--another--
My breaths--they stagger--
I take--each word--
It's isolated--alone.

I took this whole piece and I lost its peace
I broke it into pieces
It'll never be whole

If only I knew how to answer
His eyes
If only I knew how to answer
His eyes
If only he'd give me his answers instead of his questions and if only I could let go of my own two feet
I don't know how to speak--or stand.

Now I'm shaking hands, praying in pats
On the back for "good job," "well said," and "well spoken"
I did not give you answers and I did not give you questions
I just saw his eyes

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