by Poet on the Piano   Jan 14, 2014

We sit in silent pews,
inhaling twilight hours
under a sane church roof.
This is our quiet time,
faces illuminated by the Christmas
trees near the altar.

I am too uncomfortable to pray,
not understanding enough
of my outside to peel off my
inside and light its roots.

I see your pain. I bite my lip,
agree, sympathize,
"in the end, you have to do
what makes you happy"...

It makes my skin bleed
to know I can't transfer your hurt
and pull it in towards me.

Reality has no consolation prize-
I try to remain neutral,
confusing emotions,
observing you and the human race
though it grants little ease.

You are simply being played with,
forced into darkness as a scientist
determines what maze you will
crawl through next...

And there's not a damn thing
I can do.

Written 1/13/14 @ 10:58 PM
while listening to Linkin Park's "Crawling". Just needed to write this.


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  • 4 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I dont know why, but this seems so different from your normal style... I like it!

    It's odds though, because I don't find this sad, I almost feel like its misc, because it houses so much it can't be classified as one thing got frustration, awkwardness, sadness, a sense of desire since you wish to trade places or take some of the pain...

    There's so much in this poem but oh my gosh have I been through it. I'm always the friend wishing to be that one who can take away pain, who has to say 'Do what makes you happy' even when disagreeing sometimes.

    Well done on this, seems random, but random works.

  • 4 years ago

    by BlueJay

    I see how the song "Crawling" is related to this piece. I love their music and definitely understand how wonderful it can be as inspiration when you aren't even looking.

    As to the piece, I love the descriptions. I feel the shoes of both characters and understand what it's like to be in both places (just the thought of knowing someone else wants my pain because they cant see me with it myself)
    I love the details, your actions throughout the piece and the way you chose to describe your discomfort and your feelings trying to remain neutral in a situation that is just too difficult for that.

    You penned yet another wonderful piece, great job.

  • 4 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Wow, I don't know where to begin. This is hitting home. Not being comfortable praying, biting your lips, remaining neutral, pain, hurt. It is the true reality and often I wonder myself if there is anything we can do about it. I guess we have to accept things for what the are.