Wednesday, June 08, 2005

My silence is that of a shattered glass

I walked the streets alone.
It was a day of emptiness emptying itself
right through me.
A double blade cutting through my hands
that cover and wipe my stained eyes.
I was a faceless soul with an untraced map
walking on air-borne steps that cut the streets.
Sometimes i want to drown in this silence,
a floating symbol of death within easy grasp.
yet my silence was that of a shattered glass.
I picked up the pieces of sudden peace
one by one -
and they wound me,
afraid to let go of my pain.


- vera
http://veraleigh.blogspot.com

Posted by inktrip at 10:23 AM

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