i must have pulled the ripcord
a million times
or is the air out of the balloon
no matter what the score
always a crash landing
broken only by boney boulders
just the thought of waking
another triumphant defeat
passes aimlessly by
can you see me crying
does any one see
least of all me
comatose i blend in
with the trash and the trees
leaves falling
a burial in denial
deep socketed dried up wells
of laughter laughing at me
have you heard me tumble
and break in angular circles
does anyone hear
least of all me
scraped and battered in tassles and rags
can you see my wounds
does any body see the scars
''who'd have thought
i had so much blood''
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note---many thanks to Scarlet
by ritt