Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Hours In Which Words Are Unwelcome

My hunger waits

until the darkest parts of the night

sneaking up, lurking by my door

I stare at the glass

Wondering what is a true reflection

And what my mind distorts

I reach out, pushing

until the breaking point

I insist on disbelief

Things cannot be rearranged

To my will; I watch

Hold back until too late

Do you need to touch to understand

What do you need to prove

Have you built everything

in order to command

your will, the universe

Is yours...

I had it all and lost myself

in your atoms

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