Thursday, May 6, 2010

The light glows

on my right.

A stranger,

a darker


Grasping the cruelty

of a hate-filled dawn,

I have befriended No-thing.

Her knowing smile,


Guessing games

ringing truth,

ringing true.

Dead and dusty corners

of Sanity,

sharing so few.

What to hold on to

when Night calls on you.

a blunt Hello.

The light is unmoving

my left is cold.

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