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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


2003-11-01 - 8:07 p.m.

NIGHT after night

As I lie shivering on the floor

I dream of those carefree DAYS

I was brave to walk out the door.

Dollars and coins do not MATTER

When the tears slide, drop and splatter.

REAL they are, though mostly unseen

I rub their TRACKS until I am clean.

No longer YOUNG, forever WEAK?

I SPEND my waking moments

Forcing myself to speak.

Somewhere in the labyrinth of my mind

Skipping through the FIELDS of hope

I collapse helplessly to the ground

At your feet, but you do not know.

The TIME has now come

For me to be STRONG

No longer the helpless VICTIM

Of your vicious wrongs.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave