Tuesday, June 10, 2008

 
Clutter

in the quiet of the night
my heart still beats
at the thought
of you

in the silence of the day
my heart still wrenches
knowing you are
still there

merry-making I indulge to tire
the restlessness of idling
to exhaust my
insomniac sleeps

chitter chatter my head will banter
sore points it touches
my heart wrenches
in pain

stop it stop stop it
enough of the reminders
hardened once more
I persevered

calmness I seek in my mind
meditation I would try
to blank out
lingering you

your ghost still continues to haunt
I toss and turn
In agony my
tormented soul

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