A whisper holds
little to the sorrow
in the wind.

A gasp has no
power but the
ears that hear
its' dying breath.

How the heart beats
so fast as the lungs
choked with tar
and struggles for clarity.

Poisons and toxins
dig so deep as
hope and dreams can
only lunge in desperation.

How life seems so
pointless only to
mean the world when
the end is so close.

How close the end is
when the beginning
can no longer be justified.

Flickering and just,
but unjust is the dying
of the broken light.

When all that is left
is the glistening of the
eyes.

12/06/2006

Posted on 12/07/2006
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