Friday, November 26, 2004
everyday seems to be
a rougher scrap on the ground.
an uglier scar.
a harder fall.
a heavier heart.
a darker sky.
fully conscious of how the
irrationality and numbness
is taking control.
helpless.
and too too tired of fighting.
all i can do is put up the weakest struggle
to stall time.
and grasp whatever that is left of the me
i used to be.
i look at myself
from afar.
and thought of how strong i was
and weep for the life and love
i once gave and received.
just take me away. please.
the little oven posted at 6:54 PM
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