Friday, April 30, 2010

open wound

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he lay there
as if
....pinned down
by the weight
of a thousand words

and unsaid

his eyes open
yet..uncomprehending
as onlookers disappear
one by one

this can't be happening
he though..
this can't be me

so many ideas
.....so many dreams
...
...floating
upward like a balloon
receding into the
.....brilliant sky
as the last
....of his inspiration

and oozed
...out of his
open..wound



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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is this the end?

May 02, 2010 1:20 PM  
Anonymous Ruth.E said...

"the weight of a thousand words... unsaid."
Bam! You really know how to sock it to them. And by "them," I mean me. That's a weight I can feel...

Well said.

May 02, 2010 10:10 PM  

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