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January 26, 2005
My Boy Blue
I have accepted, so far to reach,
he will not speak, as his eyes
murmur pain, he walks faster,
Stays less still, like a moving target
Afraid of the next blow, and every window
Is a serene opening to his outside, where
Only the road is the destination, alone
We share loneliness,
In little morsels, when locked
In a stare, or reaching for the same,
Playing hide and seek, with what
We know of ourselves, and yet, drink
The morning coffee, drive to work,
And pretened , that this is another day,
Although we know, everything stays the same,
Everything always stays the same, so
We kiss our kids goodnight, sleep
With a stranger in our bed, alone,
As the images rush against the closed eyes,
Colors bleed,, into dark, and sleep
Comes in eroded, wounded pieces of quiet
But no rest for the whicked
It's the severity of acceptance,
As we swallow, filling our lungs
With air, for we know the insctints,
of this macabre game, and we stay,
Posted by Idinraha at January 26, 2005 10:56 AM