Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Unbitten

I wake hoping to sleep
Rarely sleep.
Hour after eternal hour
Waking in despair.

Empty and falling
With no one to land with
No hands touching
Vacant lips.

Hot fingertips, freezing heart
Skin breaking,
Blood self-inflicted
Letting go.

Forgetting earlier words
Forgetting self
Can't forget you or the others
Haunted.

Falling
Breaking
Running out of hope
I've lost you, or
You've lost me.
--3.11.09

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