Sunday, August 1, 2010

Quelude You

A fullness now emptied
papers and prayers
scattered to the wind
visible for all to see.

An emptiness is soothed
drowned with official signatures
controlled substances
still visible for all to see.

A soothing face turned to the sun
full of "never were"s
broken hearts
"and all that could have been's

A sun representing a hope
to be filled again
with rights...normality
all my heart should desire

So why then
does this hope
feel like I'm trying to swallow
the fire of a thousand, nay a million
could have, should have, and may have been's...

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