Hurt

As it flows down, it tingles, it burns
Deeper into my body, it drains out into my veins
The sight is clear as day, yet foggy, yet unclear
Used up, extinguished, running its course
Left in a puddle of my self, itchy and unclean
My head whirls with what was so calming
Now a calamity, painful and aching
Make it all go away, quick, quicker
Till there is nothing left
Leave me there, with nothing, solitary
As if there is another way to make it better
But there is not, and will not be
Untill another, someone or something
Full of life, full of living, full of purity
Let not the past guide actions yet untold
Leave not behind the influence and education
But the rest is not to be kept
Keeping those pains and trials burns deep
As if a mark, a tattoo, a sign of what was
That is not what is, not what should be
And if it should be then they shall pass
Passing as if a face in the crowd
No introduction or greeting, just a glance
That is the way, the way it should be
If not then where is it supposed to be
What is it supposed to be
What is after this, and where am I going
Time is the only answer to questions untold
Time is the only answer to questions unasked
Time is the only question to answers unfound
Time is it
It is time and time alone that unveils the truth


9:30PM 6/13/06