January 29, 2009

• Pain. This word,
  This inevitable world 

  Of intricate suffering -

  Relearned.
  Where thorns 

  Of roses suffocate the wounded 

  weakened heartbeat

  Silenced in a body 

  Of ice and deception. 

  Words no longer exist - 

  Only dreams
  Of verbal confession 

  Melting into rivers of truth. Love
  Drowns me. As a thousand needles 

  Crucify my heart
  To a ship

  That refuses to sink.

  Images play -
  And replay in my memory. 
  Lost and fatigued, 

  Wandering through the darkness.
  An idealist - pure, but could you - 

  Believe me?
  I cry - in my soul. In my sleep. I cry 

  Looking and looking away from your eyes -
  Wondering 

  On the other side.
  I cry, in a glass box with no reflection.
  Reaching out to you 

  As you reach out to me. 

  Faintly, my mouth opens
  With no speech,
  Bleeding - words
  Long unsaid.

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