My soul feels
so lingering,
and I think.

For a moment
a thought crosses
the empty sky.

And my eyes lock
onto the broken.
The glasses seem
to fog over.

The salt and water
glisten the marble
and I fall.

I drag the gloom
against the big
blue.

And I'm alone,
with my own tragedy.
I walk away
in my own pace.

I stagger in
my own step.
And I clench
my fist in
my own pain.

04/23/2010

Posted on 04/24/2010
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