hard out of mind,
alone thinking,
I avoid pain,
I won't be sorry,
I know something.
maybe I learn,
it's time,
it's a matter,
it's just time,
it's a matter of time.
just lock my room,
mean to talk to,
people might have seen
no reminding back,
regret a single heart inside.
the numbers lift and imagine hearts
and courage to die,
weep at my feet,
wash troubles and imagine angels
around courage to die
Monday, January 10, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 424
Spiraling
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.