"Trace"
Forever is a desperate lie
that we tell ourselves
to try and fix the million pinpricks
threatening to burn our corneas
This almost was
is nothing
but a boiling pot
of disappointment
The quiet darkness
that pierces my restless underbelly
of well-intentioned self-loathing
is the only real thing I have left
To cling to
amidst the deafening roar
of the tides
rising in my bleeding ears
As I lie motionless on the ground
waiting for you to deliver
the mortal blow.
Copyright: 2011, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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