Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Depression
Hole in the ground
Hollow sounds
No way out
When voice catches
On the nails of the past
Rusty and sharp
Everything old
Nothing new
You trapped in you
Trampled
By the light.
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