Friday, November 21, 2008


Words fall from my eyes
like charcoal.

Black ink leaks from my heart,
Staining the page with blood.

Cataracts cloud my eye,
Salt coats my tongue;
Now too barren,
too shallow for words.

Shadows fall but are lost
in my eye.

Do not come back.
Turn from this desert.
Le me wander till night falls
And I am gathered up
To fill the space between the stars.


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