And the fact that a broken leg keeps
Me from running to the door is seen as a sign
Of Intolerable indifference to a need
Not less than my own

It all comes down in a great pile of unordered rubble bricks
Crumbled tumbled bruises ruses wounds
Aand where to put the bandage
If I had one but she cannot see
And of course I don't say that.

They think there's somone behind the calm
Who can actually get something done.
Maybe I should just say... help?

Or have them see too late
the sunken wreck that was a life
Pride killed.

Cortland (KA5S) July 23, 2006