Wednesday, August 12, 2009


Left in a glaring daze
Like a trickle of mercury rolling down my mind’s maze
Thoughts alighting in a speeding car
Wounds my melancholic heart
An image, a building, a vision from a distance
Sharpens the point of an unmerciful and dreadful lance
As tears they fall down and drown into the darkness
Like broken gifts offered to the laughing gods of hopelessness
As I call out to the thunder and the rain
To strike out this unbearable pain

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