These eyes are wide awake
and though i try
I can not remember
what it feels like
to see the light
behind the broken glass
which seems to now forever
mark a hidden legacy
although I can not remember
the truth between
the eaten words
digested
and deserted
By a loosened body
now absorbig more than its worth
By a faded observation
now losing its life
To become
the fear
to forget the hate behind the meaning
Set free
now ensared
by a fear that can not fade
leave behind
the weight upon its back
shackles for shame
life
not living
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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