Sunday, 24 April 2011

Waiting room




Here I wait
Illusions come
and try to whisk me away

I have to tell them
that they are
not real

A little madness
scratches away in
my insides

It lets them stay
for a while
And then blows them off
Poof!
A potent flame dies in a wisp

Its soul is white
and settles as black
powdery soot to
whatever comes its way

Here I wait…

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