limbo
“Where are we”
striking cords of
what do I want
and whom
And then…
why to myself
do I cling
in the shell
yet push away
as if in hell.
he says don't
retreat again
as if ever
he saw me.
What if someone gets
so close yet not near
enough and I feel I
cannot express myself
freely to the world?
Peach cannot be denied
she’s out to touch the hiney
of the distraught
unfeeling masses.
throw down
Karma and kismet
can kiss my ass.
I’m tired,
beat sore and weary.
Who’s the one decided
I could handle
this shit anyway.
