8/15/14

THE OLDER

THE OLDER

feeling dejected.
Neglected
by my own skin
my shins
black and blue
climbing fences over you.


Turning them against me
yet 
minds for themselves
if the faith persists
they have been on their own side
all along
and that which you have given up for them
has no bearing
aside from the deep welts
the feelings 
depthless
from that vast empty 
echo down in.

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