Extreme Ways, Poem/Short Story #2
I sit here
Staring out the window
Of this cluttered-mess of a room
In the corner at a empty table
Everyone is around me
But not with me
I barely touch the food on my tray
I don't even look down at it
Just you
Always you
You're outside
Hanging out with your friends
Your Greaser buddies
You sit at the center of this madness
The people around you are in an animated conversation
Laughing
Smiling
Yet you seem not to pay the slightest bit of attention to them
You're looking out into nothing
Nothing at all
I've noticed you've been doing that lately
And by "Lately" I mean after you're friends death
You're slipping
Away from your family
Away from your sanity
Away from this big-bad world
Disappearing into nothingness
Into Darkness
A place, which seems less heck-tic
Less weird
Just normal
I know what I'm saying
Thinking
Because I've gone though it
I've slipped
And disappeared
I'm not here
Even as I watch your lonely, indolent eyes
Almost losing that spark in them, I have seen so many times before
I'm not here
Gone
Away
I feel…
Dead
You shouldn't suffer this way
I wouldn't want you too
It's not the greatest state of being
But even I see you're…
Disappearing as well
Not physically
Emotionally
Maybe psychotically
I'm the only one who knows that you're….
Fading too
Dying like I haveAnd you keep thinking
"No one cares"
Since they're too busy living their own lives
Too busy minding their own problems
What they don't realize is
That you're getting to the end of your rope
And your worried no one will be at the end when you get there
Don't worry
I'll be there
I'll always be there
the street bears no relief
when everybody's fighting
the street bears no relief
with light so hot and binding
I run the stairs away
and walk into the nighttime
the sadness flows like water
and washes down the heartache
and washes down the heartache
my heart is full
my heart is wide
the saddest song to play
on the strings of my heart
the heat is on its own
the roof seems so inviting
a vantage point is gained
to watch the children fighting
so lead me to the harbour
and float me on the waves
sink me in the ocean
to sleep in a sailor's grave
to sleep in a sailor's grave
-Moby "Harbour"
