Monday, March 15, 2010

Interrupted.


Craved darkness descends
on this day prayed to end,

through hours of silent thoughts, tortured
with physical pain unseen; unsure

of cause or reason; these mysteries
in recessed dark, Interruption's chiding

reminding, of life just at fingertip's reach
and grasping tries unable to breach

collapsing, into the hunger of dreams'
simplicity; simply, unraveling at the seams.

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