I Wonder


Floundering, broken, in the mists of these memories...

Forward, and backward, are my motions,

Forward, and backward, my emotions...

Forward, to an unknown destiny, and back to a frightful abyss...

And I wonder... Yes, I wonder...

Clawing, bleeding, will I escape these memories?

Slow, and fast, are my motions...

Slow, and fast, my emotions...

Slow, as my world closes around... Fast and all confusion sets in...

And I wonder... Yes, I wonder...

Crying, screaming, in the pain of these memories!

Cut, and bleed, are my motions...

Cut, and bleeding, my emotions...

Slice, and watch the blood as it runs, bleed out these haunting mem'ries...

And I wonder... Yes, I wonder...

I wonder, of me and my petty conclusions!

I wonder, of you and your sh*t!

I wonder of escaping this sh*t hole called home!

I wonder of getting away!

And I've been wondering... Yes, wondering...


-Rebecca Suzanne Zimmerman

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