lies and a grief.

here
in
my
core

dead skin,
empty
girl

clear eyes
black sky


I
am
not
still
running
from you,
from the night
pinprick sky
where holes starve the night
of love.




a chill descends
down my spine,
white- knuckled grievances.


would you notice

if I left
myself hanging
pendulum dangling

from your inner sanctum
where
you
dispel
the truth
and cling to lies
and a youth
sullied by years,
recollections of self-deception.



you tell yourself
what you want to hear,
now you run
from
your
fears.



but still
they are here.









Poetry by intothehaze
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Written on 2005-10-16 at 16:06

Tags Grievances  Descend  Night 

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Daybreaker
What images you declare! The pendulum and the pinprick sky. Beautiful. Keep up the good work!
2005-10-17