Friday, March 18, 2011


Fragile as glass
My veins lie in waiting
I feel odd, exposed
Like a fly on a painting

The words crumble under my breath
Clinging to my tongue so dearly
Refusing to pass my teeth
They won’t come out clearly

Time passes on
Leaving this moment behind
Stretched and disfigured
A strange mark in my mind

Feeble and tired
My eyes like old candles
I fall into half sleep
Like a sooty frame on a mantle

The droplets form shapes on my skin
Running down my neck so benumbed
Falling wherever they desire
This feeling will not succumb

Time passes on
Leaving me behind
Odd and alienated
Left to wither and unwind

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