Tuesday, November 13, 2007

untitled

Stuck in a dark room.
With a painful cry;
No echo

A beating heart-
Muted.
In a silent hole,
An anguished being.
Dies.

The consequences of a wavering mind.

Happiness fluxes
As a wisp of thin air,
And waving hands eagerly try;
Yet there's nothing.
Perpetually bleached.
Bare.

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