Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Somedays aren't yours at all...

...They come and go like someone else's days.

We must mourn a small section of time that has passed here from us today.
My sister has been enclosed in a small box made of lead that even i cannot rescue her from.
If i knew how to ask i would pray.
I am not on drugs.
I am not insane.
Her love is not in vain.
He is not weak and small.
She is not in a bad place but by disposable hands.
It is all inevitable.
All is self indulgent.
All is subtle and cunning.
All is PREOCCUPIED.
Get your story straight,
Stop the presses!
WHAT IF YOU ARE WRONG???
You will be alone.


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