Monday, February 21, 2011

Dawn





The same
Always the same
Sour and sweet become bitter
Ever becomes ever?
Blue
Purple
Grey
They never change
Eyes wide shut
Dream for another day
No escape
No shame
Paperback smiles with teeth
They bite
Swirling and dancing
In circles
It's getting dizzy in here
"Plant your feet in the ground" they say
 Flowers will bloom
When dawn comes




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