Sunday, August 8, 2010

Slight of Hand to Mouth

Colder, darker, deeper, farther
from the truth, from the past
present, future heartaches
headaches, beating, burning
fire licks the night skies, stars
aligning, creating works of art
gallery of pain, vulnerable
new, fresh hurt and scars
remain in place, forever
always there to remind us
memories, scraps of life
death, falling down and out
to sea with crashing waves
of nausea, of anxiety for now
today, a choice to move along
the winding road to nowhere
nothing, something, anything at all
in all that's taken from me, writing
poems, lyrics, stories from within
without another look behind
in a rearview mirrored self
closer than appears, I'm here

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