I don't recognize.. its all too familiar. Happy as a clam... thats my next door neighbor. He gets high more than I get low. My face is formed into such stone and I have travelled distances too far to roam. Someone touches my hand and says lets pretend.. I gaze up to the wind.. I shake and I tremble and I melt with the raindrops as I say, I can't do that anymore. Eyes behind cold clustered wind blink heavily. I run. Scared. I don't run fast but I run alot. This feeling of empty is the worst feeling I've ever had. I want to die but the parachute is already open. And I can't rewind. Fine.
Oooooh good piece. "Eyes behind cold clustered wind blink heavily." Sweet imagery! Loved that!!! What an ending. -Fine- is just so haunting there, almost gave me chills.
awesome poem, loved those 2 parts especially. and kitten was right, the "Fine" is like the intensity of the whole poem. Wouldn't have been as striking without it
