i just go

Every now and then I like to write with out thinking. I just get a pen and paper and I go. I let it all out. I don't put any thought into it. There is no filter, no stops, no second guesses. Like I said I just go. Writing like that is my favorite. Its free, there are no boundaries. Its like I'm in a trance for however long I am releasing whatever it may be. Then when I'm done, I go back and read, that's my favorite part cuz I surprise myself every time.

So, this next poem is a product of one of my "sessions" for lack of a better word.
I haven't gone back and edited it. I wrote it a long time ago. Maybe you can relate....maybe not.

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Floating in the air are particles of dust that I don't see.
What else is there that I'm not seeing?
I apologize for my blindness and ignorance,
but how can it be helped?
My world is so small,
like Whoville,
I am unaware of so many things.
Who is screaming "we are here!" to me?
I can't hear either!
Like the Pharisees who were blind and deaf to what really matters I have become.
Where do I go?
Is there a doctor in the house?
Healed of one hurt only to find another problem spot.
There is no time for this one.
How long must I rest in my car?
Exhausted to the bone,
the blood in my veins no longer satifies.
Is this what I have been reduced to,
living on blood and bone?
Where is life, true life?
Somebody rescue me from my car,
I'm tired of surviving.