Wednesday, April 20, 2011

hollow rusted out shell




former grace



turned and spurned



soiled in the dust



mucked up and mired



in dishonest recourse



a being unbeknownst to myself.



where have I gone



where am I hiding?

hidden in a dark place
 
screatching out for help
 
but no rope doeth
dwindle for my grasph

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