Sunday, April 22, 2012

A poem.

Slumber that Bleeds like rain

flowing through veins
      with pressure and pain
           
falling like rain
      crashing on hot pavement

like gravel writhing
      driving through unknown chasms

lies protect larger organs
      from bursting, or imploding

walls that never die
      souls that refuse to be free

the salt stains warming
      flying into a long awaited slumber

resting in each moment
      meditating upon what else to ponder

fleeing

flaking

run..