Sunday, October 23, 2005

blink

twisted vines of despair
squeeze the brain stem
eyes fill with pain
scorched by fires of sorrow
weeds of futility
ride the adrenalin of fear
surfing the bloodstream
taking root within a naïve heart
crabgrass destroys
a garden well groomed
in the blink of an eye
without conscious thought
memories lie buried
beneath the sands of time
hidden in the rubble
of a fractured soul