The days go by and silence takes ground
Creeping through recent memories
Searching for a reason to trust my judgment
Captivated by the breathing relic
Unworthy in the presence of this masterpiece
With a constant shadow to endanger her
Past experiences don’t seem real
Fading scars externally heal but internal anguish strikes briskly
Early morning cigarettes, and late night philosophy
Perseverance leads me through the valley of the dead
Constantly tormenting me with things I never should have said
Objects of attention scurry through my brain like mice
Interest repeatedly kidnapped
Dwelt the shooting stars within her eyes,
A destitute existence falls ensnared
Venomous and apathetic,
Groping for peace of mind
Wind cleaves around the contours of remorse,
Awkwardly quick stepped, anxiously torpid
Tar encompasses the final scribe’s vertebrae
As the sandman enters, fog settles in.
Author notes
Written November 7th, 2006
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