​scattered adventurers
wandered wanting
lesser habitation
the ancient rise
the voices calm
the passion screams
the eyes see dawn
broken down and leaning
unsteadily
upon the need to
try and not forget to breathe.
I walked the wooden floors wasted
with thought
and that angst that only comes
from the desire of another
that does not know you ever
were even in the place that you first saw
that would be lover
and I fade into the cracks in the paint...
and I fall like rain through the rusted roof
and I ramble like vines up the wavering walls
do I dare breath a word to you?

I want to be
miles away
over the ocean
across time backwards
outside of emotion.
I want to be in
the dark corner of
a forgotten Pub
so maybe I can forget
thoughts I dare not mention. 
I run away
when days get complicated
I have to stay
this time.
I don't want to feel
so lost...
but I am oblivion.

And I am wanting 
something right now
that I cannot seam to grasp.

I'm used to moving on
when life gets too be to much
but this time
I'm gonna stay in this
time and place
and just let
my soul wander off
to a dark corner
in a forgotten pub
miles away
and across time backwards 
over the ocean
away from this
wretched emotion

Charity

March 2005