Friday, September 4, 2009

A Brief Window.

Introverted thought
breeds hatred of self.
I care outwardly, internally;
and those that resent me
I pretend to disdain.
I will cry for them
and they will forget me.
I am words,
a curious bunch of thought
but as a doctor delivers news of death,
I am unfeeling
yet devastated.
I am conflict,
unresolved.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this one makes me uncomfortable.i think that probably means this is fantastic.

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