Monday, June 3, 2013

Blurs of Yesterday and Tomorrow.

He walks, bent 
by the weight of his echoe
from yesterday's cry. 
How he mistrusts those 
characters he created 
so long ago, and now 
how he carries them
behind him. In front
of the world, he drags
that dog, a fierce beast
he hasn't loved since 
it was murdered by his future.
Oh, and how he floods 
the past, tying the weight of 
his tears to the airy 
reverb of his laughter. Never hearing
the truth he seeks to speak,
he lies down into the night. 
The night, where we all meet 
blurs of yesterday and tomorrow. 

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