by DBASSwoodridge, Illinois, USA
Oct 2013 193 Views 2 comments
A Tuesday (wrote this 10 min, maybe it shows)
Reflections in glass tell a story
Words fall to the floor in clusters
Only a few survive and are heard
Alone but searching
Dreaming with one eye closed
Floating above tears but close enough to hear them fall
Wanting to reach out but afraid of that cold sting of a slapped hand
So many hours, so many breaths
So many moments that unfold with what we don't expect
Is it still a race if you a run alone?
I walk to the edge and stare down. I don't know.
Words fall to the floor in clusters
Only a few survive and are heard
Alone but searching
Dreaming with one eye closed
Floating above tears but close enough to hear them fall
Wanting to reach out but afraid of that cold sting of a slapped hand
So many hours, so many breaths
So many moments that unfold with what we don't expect
Is it still a race if you a run alone?
I walk to the edge and stare down. I don't know.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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