The Burdens of Being Upright

Mar 14, 2002

pain like burning
(written by my brother)

collectively burning on the side of the street
wiping away all the smiling faces i see
constantly complaining that it all may be
something different from what they percieve it to be
bathed in the torments of the open mind
that cursed all happiness as soon they'll find
while the fire stills burns in the wake of fear
and i ask what it was that put me here
and maybe one day
when they wash away
the remaining pieces, broken and torn
they'll find the fire, in its infinite glow
still pining to be reborn
but before it all succumbs to the blaze
they'll be an answer waiting in her eyes
and i'll find she'll put out that fire
that burned so brightly until its demise


posted by sarah 11:00 PM

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