Dry Land
March 6th, 2007 at 12:02 pm by Colleen (Colleen's Poetry)
I don’t think that I can take this anymore.
I have lost two friends to this empty, tired war.
There is nothing left to do
when the dreams catch up to you.
Everyone I love will leave
but I keep loving anyway.
Every time my heart will grieve.
No one quite knows what to say.
Angel with wet wings on dry land
ever light and ever willing
Thank God for those who try to understand
lost my sight, the job is killing
…me ….so lonely
I don’t know how long I can breathe this scabby air.
The world around is bleeding and no one seems to care.
We are set on tick
but we never talk.
We are all wound up
but we never walk.
Why can’t we all JUST FUCKING GET ALONG?!
fine, I’ll finish my song.
Angel with wet wings on dry land
ever light and ever willing
Thank God for those who try to understand
lost my sight, the job is killing
…me ….so lonely
CM 3-6-2007
Chad said,
March 6th, 2007 at 2:41 pm
The world was ever thus
the world was ever thus
the world was ever thus
bleeding those who would bleed
dousing the wings of angels
standing below on dry land
allowing the suffering to
bore into them like nails
pinning hands and feet
shake the blood off your wings
use them to fly above
you needn’t be lonely
there on dry land
don’t compromise your fierce love
don’t make excuses for the abattoir
we didn’t leave, we are up here
angels trying to be above it all
and we get along just fine
Colleen said,
March 6th, 2007 at 7:31 pm
“When you can’t fly, you walk. When you can’t walk, you crawl, and when you can’t do that, you find someone to carry you.”