Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Found, scribbled on a napkin

in time, a place, a word expelled
where in the dark a light remains
where nothing silent said as much

in time that place once hands were held
where silence held with heavy chains
and nothing bound to break as such

my time in peace will now be quelled
breath alone gone from my veins
hiding, hidden now my touch
holding time, a thing--a crutch

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