Creeping quiet and without a sound
Surrounding winds of blame
Undetected,
Yet, there are those who bring
Outside these eyes of fleshly tears
Too much to bear, the scheme of whispered revelation
Taking flight on wings of death beyond the night,
A slow bleed …

This anger burns
Twisting snarls around what used to be tender buds of compassion sweet
I kept them all for you,
Look at how they blow away like dust …

I see the truth and it’s not a pretty thing
The problem is this gift, you see
Sneaky thorns beside the rosin blush,
Don’t spurn the inward foe …

I will find my way eventually
Without you,
Although not my original ideation
Of what I was allowed to recognize,
There is a wall between us now
Building years of shame
Aged through storms and darkened skies
Lightning tried to clear the way
To no avail, it’s useless here …

06/07/2007

Posted on 06/08/2007
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