jeudi, janvier 26, 2012


Lacking cane

Or balance

Most of all


A sense I no longer use.

Instead, I wander through my days

Like a bat

Set loose in daylight

Seeking I

Run up against obstacles

That only exist

When cold glass

Resists headlong rush

And I fall


To the ground

Eyes cast earthward


It matters not.

Remembering when I reached for you

Thinking your existence possible.

Blind then

No one more self-deceived than

A deluded creature who

Believes she sees.

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