Monday, November 29, 2010

Fog of Humanity

Were I lying broken at your feet
would you give me the precious breath of time?
Would you keep my shrunken shadow bathed in your heart's light?
am I a priceless piece in the tapestry of your being
or.......a rather profane lie that rears its darkness with empty smiles and hollow sentiment
would you step over my shame as I beseeched kindness
A weakening strangled voice calling out names i thought you may remember
Friend.......Brother........Sister...........
Would the deafening echoes be my only solace?

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