Time is trying to heal the wound again
It’s not so raw n sore anymore
Though the blood still hasn’t coagulated
N every touch of the air inflames it again
The wound might heal soon still
But the scar has made an everlasting blemish
There’s no sound of agitation now
The body has adapted to the numbness
Its lighter to carry oneself now
Pushing all the way through to the doors of nowhere
My truth is changing to their truth
N my blood cells gaining a new identity
Scared of revealing, my face, switching masks hastily
Drought eyes conceiving infinity
The inner soul trudging in a drag
Life finding new expressions, new beginnings n new company
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Monday, February 9, 2009
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