-- poetry tag, 12/02 --
topic:
loss

i have a hole in my
-- [heart, chest; aching...] --
pocket,
which spans for miles
across the oceans
of bleak skin and
memories, which are the wings
of the nightmares that
plague each moment of forgotten
-- (prayerfully, that is) --
sleep.

sleep...
who needs it?
i am haunted by the
visions
of every day turmoil
rivited by
images that still
attach themselves to my
thoughts like leeches...


like the leeches
that spawned them,
those detrimental thoughts,...

the leeches that stole,
stole my soul from me.

12/02/2001

Posted on 12/02/2001
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