May 26, 2011

• I have fallen—once more

  you knew I would.

  My face pressed against the floor.

  You saw it—coming

  I never knew what hit.

  I just keep running—away.

  Your whisper

  reverberating in the air.

  Coming.  Coming. 

  Ever closer

   in words

  only the soul can hear.

                                        I thirst

                                        for souls.

                                      I’m parched

                                      for souls.

  Alone in the desert of souls—turned away.

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