Tuesday, September 26, 2006

i can't hear anymore
these words fall on deaf ears
no more ringing
it has stopped
thank god
relief

sigh, i cannot be near you
chaotic, searching
i will not hear you

i'm tired
though i do get sad
cuz it was so great
but you wore me out
tired
and you left

till there was nothing left
of this minor
stripped the skin off a cubs back
when it was still a baby
still a baby
growing, needing nurturing
you withdrew

never happy
then nor now
it's your lot
go grow your withered leaves
before your bushes fail to thrive
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