Before I hear the horn and stumble
Inside my own darkness, I was clear
Of mind. The truck runs me down,
Dragging my back down the road I walk.
Blood I feel running free, pain also free.
Can't find the strength to stand up. Feels
Like my legs are broken. Place my hand
On my chest and feel the hole and fresh
Warm blood running down my shirt.
I try and take the blindfold off, but
Find it won't budge. Eyes blinded to
All that can cause me harm. But I
Can only hope now, that the truck
Is gone forever, not backing up
To hit me again.

06/19/2002

Posted on 06/19/2002
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