Saving Grace

by soquiliquayAshland, Wisconsin, USA

Jul 2011 463 Views 2 comments

Saving Grace

Tortured souls unbinding

Yet infinitely connected

Jigsaw pieces from different puzzles

But like a bad dream telling horror stories with alternate endings

We return to places of feeling, destroying each other in fragmented lies.

We are to each other a hard liquor, erasing all the shit for a while, growing pious in empty unseeing eyes.

Zombies in a world of unanswered questions, constantly asked, knowing the outcome anyway.

Shapeless feelings in a void where everyone else plays safe.

Screaming without a voice, mouths locked tight.

Nothing remembered to save face.

We are only temporarily saving grace.

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Posted: Jul 2011

About this poem:

This poem was started weeks ago at a time when all I could do is constantly wake up to write these words down. I finally finished it today, 7-24-11. I'm very well known to start something, and finish it weeks, sometimes years later. But this feeling has kept going. It's a look at the human race, but not as a whole, as an individual. We all fight this fight.