January 30, 2010

losing life

what do we need for wounds to heal
but for the pain to end
regret is not far behind trauma-
is the truth easier to hold onto
when its not attached to me?
is the abstract faster to entertain
because it doesn't have to fit formulas?

when the truth of the battle settles
what does love look like then?
I fight for one moment to make sense
never be satisfied with the good,
because there's always something just beyond
and intellect is a blind tool to guide with.
some need begins to die, of how to
cling to promises I no longer see.
common raindrops
racing and streaming
while the heart is a window painted shut.

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