Broken Libra

Out of reach needs

out of the feed

fit for a swine

indulging the dine

Slumped on the couch

heart is all slouched

over the fence

broken and forgotten

over my head

is overhead

making a game

of priorities

Rolling the dice

landing on ice

shifting and shattering

shards are cutting deep

like

garbage in a heap

thrown over a bridge

into the stream

and by the ridge

of the rocky cliff

where some may dive

headfirst into summer brave

I hide in the cave

next door

blocking out the sun

oh so hard done

oh woe is me

oh woe is free

damn the broken dance

of chasing my tail

round and round ad nauseum!

Why'd you build a rail?

if I could climb over it

why not build a jail?

the sentencing already is

and there aint no bail

no one'd bail me out

Only failing, see

here I am both sick and weak

hanging off a tree

branch above the creek

they are laughing east

cliff diving with confidence

I'm about to fall, at least

though I'm holding on with obstinance

Don't wanna fight my tired

grip

I just wanna sleep

sleep along the rolling hills

'lone without the sheep

Leave me here in limbo

if I see the light

that'll be a good luck bow

by angel wings of might

Stocking feet or barefoot

I can't tell now which

for my feet are frozen solid

and my skin does itch

What happened to my Libra?

her scales are sick and tipped

is there anywhere to turn?

to balance her;

to have her fixed...

April17th, 2012

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