Sunday, April 11, 2010

poem

a blank page,
sedation,
numbing.
calmness,
frightens.
free flowing thoughts
emptied,
tightly sealed into a jar.
locked away,
forbidden to dream.
theories robbed of their glitter,
a bore.
reality,
far from fetching.
images,
needing to leak.
life, color, magic.
ive seen.
now you, see!
tamed thoughts are poison.
cunning and extreme,
their both dying.
can a name save you?
a trigger?
darkness,
the beginning of light.

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