Monday, June 6, 2011


I am neither here nor there
I come and go like the seasons 
Spouts of emptiness spread
like an incurable disease
taking over every part of me
Filling me with a bitter chill
And no flame, no matter how potent
Can quench this frostbitten hole
that has made my heart it's home

It begins with an image
A faint memory of a time I smiled
A time when an exhaled breath 
meant careless days 
A time when words
 were smothered in truth 
A moment when everything felt like it should
When life was falling into place
And finding its way through the muck

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