breathing in the ghosts of all of us

I know nothing of honouring the dead
or those who are still alive

Were all wandering around like twilight ghosts  
Im not here and you cant see me  

All the screams are in the whispers
as they shudder across the skin in unspoken resentment
for all the things that responsibility refuses to own

My shoe laces have come undone again
and sooner or later the cops will come to take them way
because I failed the suicide risk assessment

I always figured Id go out one of two ways
by my own volition or someone elses  
despite my long ago promise  
that Id never stand on any precipice so high
that I was inclined to jump
Sometimes I think I might believe in aliens  
though I blame the late night pizza binge
for my paranoid delusions
that have me cowering away from the walls  
in the fear that they can hear my thoughts  
and will run off to tell
... you  

I know nothing of honouring the dead
I know nothing of honour and memories and beauty

In my head it was all bad  
and I still fear the silence

Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 14th Oct 2019
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