Friday, November 7, 2008


I wish it would leave me alone.
It's been over three years now.
But it comes and goes with ease,
Son of the morning's first breath,
The wink of the evening's last song,
The alarums of a summer storm,
Gloating in the bitter nooks of the words unheard,
Resting in the rotting corpse of the stillborn smile.

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