i choked on extreme
written in solid letters
lying on the floor
struggling with clouds of insecurity
and pride
falling like rain drops in bottles
staining everything that is still
broken and there are no more
replacements no beginnings and
quiting never amounted to much
there is a face somewhere growing
darker with each silence
wavering like fragile light
drowned out by the need to fit
somewhere and the sound of my
own voice.

01/27/2002

Posted on 01/27/2002
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