Sunday, June 15, 2014

BURN : A POEM

SLOW BURN. UNSURE OF WHICH WAY TO TURN.
MY THOUGHTS ARE RACING. I SHOULD GET UP.
BUT, I WILL ONLY START PACING.


TIME IS PASSING AT A MERE CRAWL. I JUST WANT
PEACE, OR BE NOT AT ALL.
ANGST AND HUNGER PUSH ME TO THE EDGE


MY PSYCHE BLEEDS OUT, AS I CROUCH ON THE LEDGE.
RIDE OUT THIS STORM. LATER, VIEW THE CARNAGE OF THE HEAVY RAINS.
SIGH OF RELIEF. I KNOW THAT I WILL NEVER PASS THIS WAY AGAIN.

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