.................once
there were a thousand words
battering my guts
in a futile attempt to escape
secrets safely locked behind sealed lips
(breathe fear)
one,
.....and two...
...................three...
the empty place was filled.

where are my words?
stolen in a dream of happiness
lost in a delirious haze of hope
and change draws nigh
(breathe fear)
inhale...
............exhale,
.......................shhhhhhhhhhh
that which once needed saying
......doesn't.
nothing is left over

the children (my children) die unborn.

01/08/2005

Posted on 01/08/2005
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