Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Angel

ANGEL

help me transcend
for the veins of
complacency
have no end
un-achievements
rock the porch of
a spirit who will not
leave-an empty room
to room searching
chasing name calling
phantom in the place
that played on ears
follow like
ice-blue irises
blood stained,
pupils dilated
not the rotten stone
I have waited
but whole and healed
of the world I knew
and castle ruins
I painted you into

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