the dark sky
is grey
once more.
dusk:
in between
dark and light
that is where
i am
stranded
in the middle
of letting go and
holding on
i stare back
at the sky
a burst of sunlight
is blinding me
eyes. swollen
from crying
hurt:
after staring
at the sun
meaning is lost
words untouched
walls
still cold
between
letting go
and moving on
i am cought
in between.
Friday, November 26, 2004
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