The Art of Koushaku
The Corner
Time to Stop
I try to help but only lose
I cost you everything
You don’t want to talk to me
So I’ll stand in the corner
I wrestle with the thoughts
Ringing in my ears
Wringing out my hands
Of dirty water
Oh the things I’ve handled
Soiled beneath their clear clean eyes
I don’t know how else to describe this loneliness I feel
I’d tell someone, but who have I not told?
And what could they do for me?
Sometimes it feels like no one cares
Surely there must be some
Surely I’m not alone
Surely I won’t succumb
If only I had been friendlier
If only I had tried harder
Then you wouldn’t be disgusted with me
You wouldn’t want to ignore me
You would talk to me all the time, tell me of your joys and fears
You’d tell me how great I am, and make me lose the feeling I have now
But I’m stranded
I am stranded in a house, surrounded by concrete, noisy automotive sharks circling constantly
Nowhere to escape
Nowhere at all
No place to go
No place to go but up
I feel illegitimate
My mind is dry
And I can’t think up the words
I can’t play with them
I can’t shape a masterpiece
Twirling, spinning, the words don’t come
I rack my brain for the right timing
The right motive
The right address to find the things I need
If I don’t stop now, I will drag on for awhile
And I won’t stop
Not for you
Or You
Or Me
Or any of us
Okay, time to stop
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