Friday, September 19, 2014

Inure

One step forward
Ten steps back.
I can see the light but I keep getting knocked off track.
My face is warm and wet, my eyes sting.
Numb, my feet are numb but I'm moving.
Sometimes I can hear you. Feel you.
Gone.
Always coming back from the dead.
This heart lies in a tomb.
This place is a revolving door without you.

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