Why do I punish my self? My calves are burning like tandoori chicken, <br />Walked through each the dead ends I could find <br />I finally slump myself down on a large bumpy rock <br />Staring out at this mass of generic countryside, <br /> <br />It comes down like a grand piano of the top of a sky scraper, <br /> <br />Out of control, shake, tremble, I’m unreal, I’m dying and going crazy <br /> <br />I can see it, every single splinter of oak, each key of solid spruce <br /> <br />Scrawled across a busy road, cars swerving, <br /> <br />They can’t stop in time, It’s not about how I feel anymore. <br /> <br />~ <br /> <br />Pulled out of existence, beauty that isn’t fictional <br /> <br />See it for your self.<br /><br />Imogen Lee Greene<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-memories-5/
