The Ignorance of Bliss"
A Sobriquet of Excerption
What was once a gaping hole in the fabric of one’s life!
Somehow became a sought after comfort
Explain that, and the "Little Choads": the little "Chunks"
The little things that stand out
By NOT standing out "At-All"
The tiny Little pieces that remain unchanged
Which are themselves quite startling in their bizarre and diametric opposition.
They are all the same!
And yet, individually they are not
Left to my own devices
I would say this about that
My new differences are defined
By their various similarities
Fact:
I know that my childhood memories are artificial!
Fact:
I know I have re-engineered them!
Question:
Why would anyone have willingly created something so bleak?
Obviously I certainly wouldn't.
Certainly i didn't and yet?
My "One Man Evidentiary committee" eloquently shows that i did
In fact "Do that very Thing"!!
Question:
Have you ever apologized for not being
What you know you are?
In retrospect, I Have!
But what is it that i have done?
Made up a childhood completely?
Confabulated all those moments?
Some of which are best forgotten?
What a bleak undertaking!
And who among you has not been
Needlessly tortured?
And without a shred of hope for mercy?
In retrospect, I Have!
But again, what is it that i have done?
I have experienced those things.
Or did i make them up? Confabulation
These terrible tendrils of moments
That stretch all the way from the past
Are these remnants of those moments.
And they are all that will last
The center of all
That once was forever
Through time and pain
Ground down to never?
The final remission
Tell me what is insane
Forbidden
Never again the light from your eyes
Forbidden
Never again the song of your cries
Forbidden
Never again the silk of your pain
Forbidden
Never again to sing that refrain
Forbidden
Never again to reconcile
Forbidden
That Never again Will I make you smile
A Sobriquet of Excerption
What was once a gaping hole in the fabric of one’s life!
Somehow became a sought after comfort
Explain that, and the "Little Choads": the little "Chunks"
The little things that stand out
By NOT standing out "At-All"
The tiny Little pieces that remain unchanged
Which are themselves quite startling in their bizarre and diametric opposition.
They are all the same!
And yet, individually they are not
Left to my own devices
I would say this about that
My new differences are defined
By their various similarities
Fact:
I know that my childhood memories are artificial!
Fact:
I know I have re-engineered them!
Question:
Why would anyone have willingly created something so bleak?
Obviously I certainly wouldn't.
Certainly i didn't and yet?
My "One Man Evidentiary committee" eloquently shows that i did
In fact "Do that very Thing"!!
Question:
Have you ever apologized for not being
What you know you are?
In retrospect, I Have!
But what is it that i have done?
Made up a childhood completely?
Confabulated all those moments?
Some of which are best forgotten?
What a bleak undertaking!
And who among you has not been
Needlessly tortured?
And without a shred of hope for mercy?
In retrospect, I Have!
But again, what is it that i have done?
I have experienced those things.
Or did i make them up? Confabulation
These terrible tendrils of moments
That stretch all the way from the past
Are these remnants of those moments.
And they are all that will last
The center of all
That once was forever
Through time and pain
Ground down to never?
The final remission
Tell me what is insane
Forbidden
Never again the light from your eyes
Forbidden
Never again the song of your cries
Forbidden
Never again the silk of your pain
Forbidden
Never again to sing that refrain
Forbidden
Never again to reconcile
Forbidden
That Never again Will I make you smile
I thought I would never heal from this wound
And to tell the truth, I am unsure what is worse
To have recovered from such a thing
Or that I could now feel this way
About something I once held so dear
And to tell the truth, I am unsure what is worse
To have recovered from such a thing
Or that I could now feel this way
About something I once held so dear
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