I see the ache, the pain
In your face you try to erase
With make up –
The things in your way
That you embrace and take everyday
After you wake up
Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow
I see the ache, the pain
In your face you try to erase
With make up –
The things in your way
That you embrace and take everyday
After you wake up
I wonder if she knows what she lost, now that she left
I know now what I’ve gained, now that I’ve lost
Now that I’m lost
Caught in the fog
I smell the exhaust
Coughin’, coffin?
Caught in-
Between overly cautious
And dauntless
Hostile or hostage
Sweat fills my arm pits
But now, the street a carpet
I need a seat belt harness
With every step I’m carsick
The road is my home
To view to experience – there’s so much now I know
Green light – I found my drive, I had to let her go
But I wonder if she’ll ever know…
Hey you out there, what’s on your mind? Is it curiosity, adventure or sincerity? Bored in your own world with an interest in the taboo or sypathetically seeking an understanding and compassion of something beyond yourself and own experience/understanding. Do you pity me or comforted by my pain, possibly deflecting the pain, anger and emptiness inside of you while at peace with my agony? Do you feel I’m unjustly treated less than a person and hate the perception I will forever carry? What if I told you I was born with that perception? Do you wish we could trade places even for a day to feel how I feel? Are you free in your life or trapped by monotony, responsibility and failures? Do you feel like a let down, not good enough? Do you envy me? Do you think I have it easy? Are you content, have you found yourself? Do you see yourself in my words? Do you echo my pain? Are you empathetic or numb? Are you alive or existing? Do you ask questions or accept what is? Do you seek or accept what you see? Do you feel fulfilled or a void? Is life enough without love or does the pursuit of it limit life? Are emotions a prison or freedom? Are you free or imprisoned? Does your belief, hopes and faith conquer or fall to your fears? Prison is now my freedom because I am now liberated from secrets. My mistakes are out in the world and though my perception is tainted I am relieved of pressure from things I once hid. Are you so free? Do you walk under the weight of the secrets you hide? I used to envy you but now for some I feel sorry. The weight of reflection and questions can either end or give life but it’ll never make it easier, just more or less purposeful…hey you
I used to do as I feel
Now I don’t feel at all
The pain is a numb existence
I tend to withdrawal
Experience is the wisdom
Of strengths and flaws
Knowledge only helps you rise
After it makes you fall.
Somehow love became a testimony of truth or fiction
We accuse and both too defensive
The proof in friction
That pollutes our vision
What ensues are new bruised decisions
Love takes two but who’s forgettin
The smallest things lose attention
So I wonder if still saying “I love you” will loosen tension