Thursday, March 29, 2012

Poem

Silence
Not a single thought
Not a sound
Near me

Nothing
The silence is killing me
It's so quiet
And peaceful

Lying
Perfectly still
Dying
From a perfect kill
Flying
Through my mind


Trembling
Something is wrong
Worrying
What is coming?
Greiving
My losses
And my life

The sun is shining
Butterflies flying
All around
This is perfect

Never been more alive

The colors, the sounds
The warmth, the clouds
The blowing wind
A beat
My heartbeat

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