Chewed
Did you see that old dog
Or was it even a dog at all
Coming along and just
Seeing the bone exposed there
Feeling all that painI wondered about you
Has the dog of this life eaten you yet, or
Is it still grinding upon You ceaselessly within
The jaws of its despair
Maybe the thought of it all
Roils your flesh with the fear of
Its ability to pass you by
Nothing is something, Sometimes
Are you the bone
Or are those your
Jaws clenched so tightly
upon the marrow
Of this old life
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
