Do I stress you out?
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

And Skeletons Dance

Life is peeling away the strength
from his bones
stealing his breath
making each step hurt
like a schoolyard bully

Looking into the face
tired and bright
and seeing pain

Every day is a battle
the toughest struggle
between trudging on
and letting go

Pulling himself along
on tattered, battered feet
praying for a day of peace
that seems impossible

or
The waking nightmare of loss
slipping, slowly, silently
into the abyss
that seems inevitable.

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