Every beat of my heart ;

21:20, on broken wings

Monday, 25 February 2013

these days i have seen too much of pain
dressed down in masks —
in some that wail, from bleeding hearts,
and still others sing.
i have played captive to pain(t)ed skins that mirror my face
in nights when i wake from dream to dream —

................................................................... but only because i remember the loneliness.

and it may not have been so bad;
but just because i remember that there was loneliness —

................................................................................................................... everywhere.
in the cupboards and closets, shoe soles, and pillowcases —
that emerged on all the sleepless nights i spent
counting feline footfalls, paper rustling;

........................................................................ dragging my feet across scrubbed wooden floors chipped
at wall corners;

at the edge of a city that could have been
so beautiful.