Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Standing (pulled from my old myspace archive)

Standing in the room

I feel the pieces fall

beside me and shatter

on the floor

like shards of glass             I dare not move ahead or behind

I make myself breathe

but slowly


 the air will smell of  some other day

and it will be too


too strong

too full

of dreams

for me to take it in

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