Birds sing and the
world becomes alive
with the blossom
of flowers.

In my heart burns
the ever moment
of desire to see
more then there is.

My face struggles
against the muck
and mire as I drag
my arms upward.

Beaten and broken
I fight the tears.
I wipe the blood
from my lip as
I try not to be
swayed by the music.

So I grab my chest,
and I kiss the air
I lunge forward with
the decisions that
drive my emotion.

Damned the gates,
and as I fall.
I remember the
one joy that faded
with false green.

I aim and the
birds sing in fear,
and all is silent.

I am silent.

07/03/2009

Posted on 07/03/2009
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