Saturday, May 14, 2011

It needs rest, a moment to relax
and turn back,
and return to cherish
the dear, tender love of the past.
a past which stores a life,
a time when I was alive.

Lucky to have it,
a chance of a life time,
the ladder of pain to climb
a rapier stabbed to the sacred,
a mystic beauty with aching scar.

Unfortunate, being dead,
living like machines
lost somewhere inside,
never to be found again,
still there, very aware
brain and heart working
at two different levels -- beware.

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