My mother was a little bit crazy so I am too
Don’t get me wrong I’m not blaming anyone
Soft wide eyed absolutely aware completely helpless
You just lie there take it in you have no choice
Scar tissue and a hardened heart form a rigid foundation
Calcified strata upon which we erect coping mechanisms
Intricate formidable machines we spend a lifetime building
Once up and running they do their job all too well
We cannot turn them off we cannot hear our own voices above the roar
Like giant bellowing earthmoving equipment whose engines never stop
We use them to dig our own graves
I learned to drive mine from the cradle
Poet13's Blog 
voice of experience
LikeLike
Alas, yes. Thanks.
LikeLike
Harmless ones carry our tissues
LikeLike
We’re all bound in a long DNA chain. Thanks.
LikeLike
Brilliant (well, from the perspective of my machine)
LikeLike
Thanks, but you cannot trust what your machine is telling you (as much as I’d like to claim exception in this case).
LikeLiked by 1 person