Thursday, December 20, 2012

How I Filled The Emptiness

There was never a brother
or a sister, any sound that
reached me.  The minutes
were a parade of events
marching to someone else’s
drum.  Oh, I learned the
drumbeat, it slithered out
of someone else’s past,
their memories, their
dreams.  This is my vision
against  yours.  Do you
remember what it was
like to escape?  Do you
remember the thrill
which has turned into
a recrimination when
I experience your feelings?

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