marți, 23 aprilie 2013

Confusing clocks

I never really understood why
things were seen as "necessary"-
maybe I was born on the wrong day,
the one when the Universe got truly sad
or time was invented by a drunk madman
or it wasn't my time at all.

I despise the need to hang my day
on the dark limbs of this mechanical creature
no more real than the nightmares I've been having
since before I was born.

I'm angry with myself for not knowing how to feel,
for blaming my youth,
for misplacing my priorities.

I hate this gaping void,this overwhelming darkness
that feels not shame nor pain in making
my open eyes seem as if they'd been blinded
by a veil.

I wish I could just burn a history book.

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