Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Over!

Empty and exhausted,
From the closed doors,
And the minute hand ticking away.
Fist pounding,
Denting the wood grain,
And bruising my flesh.

I lay my shoulder into it,
Cracking the plain.
I pound and pound,
And then collapse.
My body is
Cut, cramping and convulsing.

Pain creeps,
throughout my veins,
And ensnares my heart.

Oh, I wish God had taken me away,
Laying frozen,
Trying to focus in,
On the florescent lights.

The rays are blurry,
yet piercing pupil.
Sucking in carpet fibers,
I lay delusional
With snot rolling
From my my nose,
My cheeks salted from the rain.

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