Feet stomping
Legs pumping
Heart thumping
Brain throbbing
Head down
To the ground
Wish I had a place to go
A little place to call my own
Sad
Mad
Brave
No, afraid
Is this the end life has made?
Not looking both ways on the street
Don’t care if my end will make its meet
Someone asks me “What’s wrong?”
I add this question to my song
“Nothing” I grumbled
As I tried to hide a mumble,
“Nothing that you’d understand…”
My heart feels squeezed into a band
I feel like I’m all out of shape
What’d I do for heavens sake?
As I finish up this thought
My mind turns back to my walk
With my
Arms flailing
Hair blowing
Lips smacking
Body stops
Mind pops
Can’t I think of something else?
Can’t stop feeling sorry for myself.
Pissed
Hurt
Fixed
No, broke
Feeling like an old folk
Crying, trying, to see the end
Sighing, dying, for a friend
Life is slipping down a hole
Is it true all have a soul?
Can one person hold this hate?
Join the others in this ghastly state–
Witness those who have lost their lives
The innocent husband, children, and wives–
And still praying tonight, when I lay down
I will fall through my bed and never be found
2006
The Path of a Goddess 