The Greatest Misery

Amid the green and growing things
a tear began to form.
Missing love become another norm.
Forced, your silence has become
the greatest misery.

All wound up and running down.
The little child is suffering inside.
No time left over just to play.
Fast motors drone the days away.
Always leaving, never quite
arriving anywhere.

There was a time you thought
that you would dare leave
the insanity behind.
It's buzzing there again,
within the feel of blinded eyes.

Seeing only what you wish to see.
Dreaming of a great complexity.
Too many people rushing round
the age-old merry-go-round.
Take another spin and go to ground.
Find a moment of relief
then bind it with another gross belief.

Tunnel vision, movement of the mind.
Try to leave the tension far behind.
It moves you, shadows pushing up
in memories of never good enough.
Take a breath, pretend that you're okay.
Tomorrow might just be a better day.

Roll the dice and watch them fall.
Snake eyes - and the devil comes to call.
Remembering your younger years,
try again to move beyond the fear
too long ingrained in human life.
Paralyzing fright that has no end
wraps around your life as you pretend.

Amid the green and growing things
a tear was being born.
Missing love become another norm.
Forced, your silence has become
the greatest misery...

? Michaelette ?

6/25/2002
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