Wednesday, March 29, 2006

numb

The patient days
and endless nights
always have the same
result,
a body waking,
lying in bed,
knowing the best
move to make today
is the first one.
Everything
after is pure
guessing.

1 Comments:

Blogger HiddenKinship said...

Amen. I needed that poem today. Thank you very much, Mr. Poemer. :)

11:36 PM  

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