Sunday, January 28, 2007

David

Your voice from a distance

travelling tears

Pain through a portal,

I find you in fog.

Licking it’s lips

it feeds on your fear

A preferred plaything

your terror

it’s toy.

I rage the injustice

stumbling toward you

damned to be David

I falter, I fall.

Confronting depravity

it slowly takes shape

Smoke turns to solid

mirroring me.

A dream becomes nightmare

and shatters in shame.

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