Silent State

April 9, 2009
My head is spinning

I can't make out the faces.

But I know they are there.

I try to talk but I feel nausous.

Give me a minute to think straight.

They are coming in waves.

So big they crash and knock me down.

This is the worst I've felt.

Carry me out

To sea.

I knock up against a small wooden boat.

I climb inside and shiver.

The rain is falling harder

The waves are getting bigger.

Boat drifts a shore.

Crashed against the glass like sand.

As I'm burning from the newest sunset.

I awake.

Consious Clear.

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baberELLA said...
May 11, 2009 at 2:36 am
by far my fav!
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