IT BEGINS ANEW
And so it begins
eyes open wide
a gentle soul screams
a prisoner within
longing for a simple embrace
but there is none.
The windows of his soul
pour forth their rain
invisible to others
but just as real
as the unseen lightening
tearing at the fleshy heart
shredded like string cheese
oxblood in color, wet, warm
yet soon cold; curdled
death waiting eagerly
to claim its trophy;
a heart from a battle lost
and the stilled
silent screams
of a
man.
Copyright ©2007
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