Friday, July 5, 2013

Black.


I'm lost in space and
it's all around me, black.
I look in the mirror and
my fears are showing, black.
I laugh out loud  and
my tears are flowing, black.
I dance bare foot and
my toes are bleeding, black.
I fall free, too fast and
hit too fast, the bottom, black.
I burn brightly lit and
there is nothing but ashes, black.
I sleep to certainty and
everything fades to black.

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