Saturday, 12 November 2011


I call out to you
in the quiet of night
between heartbeats and breathes

my mind runs wild
in circles without end
an endless loop

no-one sees what I see
feels what I feel

from hope to hopeless
in less words than

I have seen the world
in the palm of
your hand

and yet we fall and drown
in the putrid stench
of worldliness

suffocating in the void
longing for freedom
and liberty

running the gauntlet
of superficiality
never saying what we mean.

the wasted chances
that pass by
we watch them wave

to us as we
wish beyond wish
that we'd taken them

never again
we say
yet the circle completes itself

one last time.

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