Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Soothes the Savage Beast

Soothes the Savage Beast

You can only lose so many pieces until there is nothing left
I listen to the strings resonate through the air, to dance inside my ears for a moment in time
as though someone is speaking to me
another soul, wrapped and tethered,
and as battered and bruised as my own

nothing a band-aid can't fix.
Brush the sand from my knees
wipe the pain from my face with a single eloquent motion,
but I cannot force myself up between broken breaths and gasps for air.
It's as though I can identify the moment it breaks in my chest,
The chill up my spine, the tightness in my throat.
Not a single soul for miles.
You've encompassed my entire being
in a few strokes of the keys
and a voice that will echo forever.

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