Tuesday, October 29, 2013

What Happened To Days

As he walks
he hears the creak of boards
bones, long since torn
and stained
his worn out heart
black as a midnight lake
memories, now all alone
lost –
without a home
broken by desire –
taken by the wind
and buried in the sky
he’s left to sit, and wonder
what happened to days
and why.

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