30 April 2009

formal poem

The world is dark and my eyes never wake
My world is smothered by one great night
Nothing pierces the black not even light
My rainbow consists of one color; black

My ears grew weary now my world is mute
All day I sit in this vast empty space
A gush of wind is my greatest delight
My hair blows around like a spool of lace

My flesh hangs off my decrepit frame
My heart slows more with every weary beat
My skin is thin so you can see my veins
My bones have tons of holes from where life seeps
Every day I move closer to being slain
I never stop moving to my final sleep

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