about that thread and how it became red
for there was that thing
with how i solved the puzzle
glued every piece in its right place
:::
there was the picture of a man
i never wanted
where he haunted us in the snow
when i was dressed in cuts and bruises
searching for traces
of comfort
the one who was chased himself
by the same demon
that since then
has walked hand in hand
with mine
and i called everyone dad
:::
and there was a man
that all alone one night
committed criminal acts
on himself
pictures of the primary
carved out
from the same mother
that made us.. us
and still i can point out that scene
where he smiles
in me
he who called everyone mom
:::
and the thread
appeared
on my face
like a mark
it's been there
since i was colorblind
and followed our traces
in the blizzard
i didn't see
and the color red.
Poetry by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-11-21 at 20:05
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