Monday, June 6, 2011

I lied.

Can you answer my question?
Can you read my thoughts?
Can you make me better than I am?

The day began with begging.
Pleading and prostrating in the pitiful pit.
There was no remorse,
There was no reprimands.

A silent shrieking of silence stared back against the stealing sighs.

Warming and wallowing in the wind soaked west, the night leads us good bye.

The earth is the eternal blanket, a mothers lullabye.

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