19.5.11

Stuck

Bandaged we lay
scraping muck between our fingers
a gasp lingers
breath escapes clay
mourning pasts and broken glass
Spinning promises into the ground
hearts sinking, bobbing, spasming
bleeding
I reach for another bandage
Posted by wanderer above the mist at 19.5.11
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3 comments:

  1. AlinaMay 19, 2011 at 10:57 AM

    Beautiful poem!Sad, but I love it!

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  2. AnonymousMay 20, 2011 at 3:50 AM

    Wonderful you captured so much emotion in each line. Beautiful!

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  3. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMay 25, 2011 at 11:01 AM

    dark beauty in your poetry.
    well done,
    cheers,

    share one free verse with us today.
    :)

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