03162012 by Uriel Tovarto the feelings
that we've had
an ode to the sunrise at the horizon
we live in shambles
a ghost of the world
a half choked lament
from what should have been a chorus
of praise to a glorious god in an
obtainable heaven
our footsteps
in these broken halls
are empty
and shallow
shuffling across
dusty rooms
tripping
on these feeble toes
when we fall
there is no hard crack of
the skull
just the steady and endless
float to the floor
of an alcohol numb body.
03/16/2012 Posted on 03/16/2012 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
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