Monday, May 17, 2010

Wordless

I stared at the
Crackling charcoal fire,
And I looked into it's
Emerald green eyes,
it spoke to me of
Truths untold,
And Lit My spirit,
Like a log,
In a dry haystack,
And I was ripped asunder,
tortured by the felons
As I sat,Grim,wordless,
gripped by a strange
Mirthless laughter...

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