I coast along
thrash from left to right
I look back
and plow over
the faces in front of me

i see the carnage as I pass
but never before
my guilty visage
cold comfort
does little to soothe
the savage rent left behind

torn bloody pieces
I reach out
try to piece them together
but i move to quickly forward
to ever grasp
that which is behind me

11/09/2010

Posted on 11/09/2010
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