treasonatsea
Bluelighter
I try to write something,
Try to make the connection
Between ideas and their realization,
Between the brain and fingers
from thought to finish.
I feel something,
Feel a hand across my throat
Tightening, slowly, deliberately,
Choking me, choking the airway
from thought to finish.
I wonder about this something,
Wonder at it's nature
At it's purpose, it's desire,
In silencing the process
from thought to finish.
I realize something,
Realize something important
The force guiding the hand
Choking me, choking the airway
from thought to finish
Is me.
Try to make the connection
Between ideas and their realization,
Between the brain and fingers
from thought to finish.
I feel something,
Feel a hand across my throat
Tightening, slowly, deliberately,
Choking me, choking the airway
from thought to finish.
I wonder about this something,
Wonder at it's nature
At it's purpose, it's desire,
In silencing the process
from thought to finish.
I realize something,
Realize something important
The force guiding the hand
Choking me, choking the airway
from thought to finish
Is me.
