the stranger: a tribute to camus
there's so much to say with these words
when i can not sleep
when i can not be held
accountable
any
longer
though i should
i engineered it all
but no i did not
they come crawling
on hands and knees
bloodying themselves
to get what no one else can give
not whatever lover
or friend they choose
they see it in me
and they want to take it
so no i can not be held
accountable
any
longer
i take it all down
inside of myself
to spill out on this scrn
for a stranger to stumble
across while meandering
through boredom
and i need this confession
this keyboard my preist
my room a confessional
for strangers to hear
and i will not be held
accountable
any
longer
it's so easy to pin
it to an unkown src
something greater then
my own wretched self
but what if we are what
camus suggested and that
the end is death?
the stranger is really
all too familiar
and even he could
not face himself and be
accountable
any
longer


