Thursday, December 18, 2008

Caged

I couldn't stay in the
place of death,
Pretending

For that's where you live
when there is no love

Not a graveyard
where scattered tombstones
make an eerily beautiful
statement

Not a hospital
where frightful smells
and unnatural whiteness
surround and compound
suffering

No,

That dead loveless place
happens inside
when one is caged.

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