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pebbles of hope   3-6-2014

black thoughts
inner brands of
vitriol rot him
from the inside out

demonic companions
tear at his heart
why am I made
of mere nothings

has come to pass
where do I go

an injurious brain
an echo through
the canyons of his mind
looking into himself
he does not treasure what
he finds

self-loathing is the gift
that continually gives
why not
winnow the facts of himself
through a different sieve

if he would see the
would the voices quiet themselves

would he find the pebbles
of hope
sifting through
the sand
in his hands

Copyright March 6, 2014
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Meloo Melissa A Howells
site: Tilt-a-World

sending these last thoughts
like prayers on the wind

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