Poetry For Everyday People
Human Situations
I can feel
what I can't touch,
if I needed enough,
it takes hell
to free our minds,
no fire though,
no burning of flesh,
just cold silence,
loneliness without sound,
not even a mirror
to wink at,
the only breath
you hear is your own,
air inside an alarm clock set
but not for waking,
whispering soft
your pain lingers
as your memories rape
what's left,
our blood
our only ink,
time
a slow blade.
what I can't touch,
if I needed enough,
it takes hell
to free our minds,
no fire though,
no burning of flesh,
just cold silence,
loneliness without sound,
not even a mirror
to wink at,
the only breath
you hear is your own,
air inside an alarm clock set
but not for waking,
whispering soft
your pain lingers
as your memories rape
what's left,
our blood
our only ink,
time
a slow blade.
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Human Situations
Human Situations
