Make it Stop
Doubt
rains down
like hunger creed
false smiling me.
White noise
tired eyes -
mumble handed
wails
all minded in ignorance.
Dread and burning sand.
Last breed’s last cry,
second best last try.
Don’t let it last.
Make it,
Stop.
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October 29th, 2006 at 11:43 am
Hello Stone,
Dylan Thomas puts it this way:
LET ME ESCAPE
Let me escape,
Be free, (wind for my tree and water for my flower),
Live self for self,
And drown the gods in me,
Or crush their vipers heads beneath my foot.
No space, no space, you say,
But you’ll not keep me in
Although your cage is strong.
My strength shall sap your own;
I’ll cut through your dark cloud
To see the sun myself,
Pale and decayed, an ugly growth.
Early Poems.
Charlotte