If only....

The words, calm at first with a sense of reason
Seeking to make their purpose known
Becoming more desperate with each unsympathetic tone

Each word now pitched, to an ever increasingly blind batter

Utterance, the word itself made purposeful
Somehow the shortest words come across so much clearer
Frustration reverberates monosyllables

How colourful the blank pages of our verbal colouring books become

Anger, it flows as unpredictable as water
Set flight to avoid unnecessary collisions of form
Detour made void, how swift the angered fist

The wall never saw it coming, another jip rock fatality

My trembling temple, shamed and crumpled
The cold tiled floor holds me well
Cabinets, at my back, support me

How long has this unnerving event been plotted?

Hours pass by in silent awe
If only my head did not throb with each thought
If only what I did, was not

I go to rest my body and mind
May sleep find me, may reason enlighten me

If only I could wake up from this reality.


-J.G. Smith (09/25/05)