Unfinished Me
I am walking down my broken down childhood street
Nervous while listening to my innermost thoughts
It is not pleasant there
Destructive memories linger like a returning cancer
Sharp tones, louder silences and painful touches
Smells bake images in a hodgepodge of an instant
And I no longer wish to breathe
Holding my breath I pray that it will all be over
All over
Just as I did when I was 8 years old
That long past thought of jumping in front of an oncoming speeding car
When speeding was 40 on that cracked residential street when I was 8
If it was possible- a simple leap away
Under my own steam I press on
I walk down the road seeing others:
Images, smells, and thoughts
Falling in the thought of myself
I am unfinished
Twisted Irony set in balls of rage
I am unfinished