Wednesday, July 13, 2011

mute


through the years
i was silenced
and i struggled
to stand.

you see the product,
but you have no idea
the price
of this hand.

so much shattered, scattered,
broken, and battered.

to here, darkness.
(terrifying. sad.)

followed by loss, and, end less
alone ness

turmoil. trepedation.
continuous and self-degrading,
self-inflicted, sedation.

complete and utter
creative
suffocation

strangling,
remorse,
a turn toward
the end

a flutter
a faintness
a stillness
a death

alone,
so, alone,
in this continuous darkness.

but in death, release,
and, suddenly.
peace.

for finally,
finally,
i can be

me




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