Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Darkness Yells

Darkness Yells

Streetlight shadows
Pounding on my back
Until my inner conflict
has been resolved.

Waking with a feeling that I missed everything.
Shrugging off its timeless weight.
Closets without handles.
Smells like a rotting animal.
It was like inhaling bubbling hot lead.

My life in time
Will seal shut like a scar.

1 comment:

Nikita said...

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