Monday, May 18, 2009


For weeks now
the demons roamed
and trampled.
Ravaged me to pieces
and made me their home.
They didn't come uninvited.
I let them in with open arms.
Hoping for revelation
from their ramble.
But revelation comes from hard labor.
From sweat. Blood.
Being still.
Feeling love's chill
through your backbone.
While you are cast alone.
Like an unwanted pebble
or some brown-gray stone
hurled into the open air.
Onto the road
that leads nowhere.

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