Wednesday, March 2, 2011


Hours from now
The day shall look as it has
Only nature covers the façade
Painting fresh coats atop the
Broken, dilapidating walls
I call a home

Shells of ideas kindle notions,
Faltered and collapsed desire
That the societal norm will convert to
A system of measurement
More adaptable to the relapsing
Conducive to a fragile kind,
A well learned place for one like I

Relapse, adapt and revise,
A memory can be altered
To suit the conditional mind,
Reload, prologues and overtures
For the coda of the forgotten soul,
Another opportunity to rise
The only straw of hope left as I
Shepherd my way through the night

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