Dark Poetry #4 |
Worm Shell (final - for now) |
JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
There is this sense of drowning in baptism as we speak in the held breaths of phantoms crossing familiar history from opposite shores. I wonder sometimes who's holding on, being light for the shadow of the other. How many failed lessons repeat in this dark school where questions are footsteps in empty corridors, their echo hidden in secret rooms? Forgiveness, Love - given and given, never touching, never enough. In my hands an empty shell. Circling above, a sea of stars. [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (05-15-2008 09:39 AM).] |
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