bounce (by deav)
Rio, Mai-Jun 2003
(exposed)
sometimes i feel like a rubber ball
bouncing from ceiling to floor
and every wall
body aching, broken head
i wonder if i pass through the door
i’ll be run over and thorn
sometimes i feel like a dry rose leaf
taken and carried by a raging wind
thoughts spinning as i spin around
i wonder when i get to the ground
i’ll be stepped upon
in a moment so brief
wish i could only feel like myself
if only i knew how…
sometimes i feel like a seaweed
floating through the shifting currents
brought from the chasm
by waves and torrents
i wonder when i get to the shore
i’ll dry out and die under the sun
wish i could only feel like myself
if only i knew how…
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