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9/20/2011

"Sometimes.."

his eyes dart down
like little puddle pieces
falling
     to
          the
               ground.

His arms have embraced thorns,
his lips have swallowed-
hands have quaked-
shaken-
spirit sighed beneath the weight.

He is slumped
lost in empty bedrooms
silent, warmthless nights
as "a thousand eye-blue thoughts"
echo echo in his mind.

5 comments:

Bella said...

Gosh, this is beautiful.
x

Lily said...

X

Melee said...

Oh! So, so gorgeous, Ever! I truly cannot express the amount of admiration I have for the description in this poem. <3

Bella said...

I'm in love with your words.

The PostMan said...

So beautiful yet written with so much agility.

thank you for sharing.

Regards
The PostMan
http://postcardsinthewind.blogspot.com/