Tuesday, January 30, 2007

With the curtains drawn, I'm all alone again.
With the curtains drawn, I'm left within,
forced to begin again.

In the ashes
of a burnt-out life
I lie
Nothing moves
but the wind
kicking up
the dust into my eyes
It kills me
'cause it's dark
and I couldn't see anyway.

The rain falls
It starts out soft at first
but then
it pours down
turning dust
to mud beneath my feet
A great mire
it seems still
but I am the one not moving.

The pane sits
on the floor in pieces
they mirror
that made me come out here
That mistake
that cost me
my heart, my mind, and my spirit.

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