Black clouds swirl, familiar and heavy with pain unknown, pain unanswered and pain unasked.
What is today without a yesterday? And what can possibly be made of tomorrow?
The journey becomes drudgery. Adventure and wonder abandoned on the wayside to make room for backpacks and pullcarts, out dated luggage, nothing more than worn and tattered baggage. Arms reach, lungs empty, tears flood for the one’s left behind, forgotten too quickly in the dust. Forward motion prohibits recapture, demands dismissal. What else can be done?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Civil War
The twitch of an eyebrow, the drop of a shoulder
The heaviness of footsteps or the click of a door
Down the hill of life rolls that fatal boulder
Collecting words unspoken as fodder for war
The heaviness of footsteps or the click of a door
Down the hill of life rolls that fatal boulder
Collecting words unspoken as fodder for war
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