Wednesday, August 12, 2009


I heard the footsteps
before the snarl
the angry thing
it grabbed me
and threw me far

Frozen like tepid crystal
I heard it crack
before the shattering
and the fall back

Today is the day
I died on the inside
the sun actually bright
with no place to hide

Picked up my own pieces
but used no glue
nothing too sticky
faith will see me through

Faith in love?
you ask with a laugh
and somehow it was
never a question

At least from my side
of the rickety bridge
that holds us here
for quite a ride

the thing it sways
and will unhinge

But you hold tight
until you can't anymore
the angry thing
awaits the gore

You shatter
scattering mess
No will no more

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