The weight

 

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Shiny

 

 

The oldest thing

Inside my head

Is a small

Black

Stone

A pebble really

Shiny

And so very black

It is made of all the things that happened to me

Before

Long before I even knew me

All the pain

Sorrow

Confusion

Compressed into one

Shiny

Black

Stone

I carry it everywhere

Just a pebble really

And I don’t understand

Why I’m so damned

Tired

All

The

Time.

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2018

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Warning Bell

 

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Misplacements

 

Something stolen

Not difficult to define

Falling symbols

Clanging like a warning bell

An ending locked

Into a darker beginning

 

We tipped over that day

Falling into each other

Eyes blinded

By pyroclastic clouds

Of displaced faith

 

Everything changed

Nothing was spared

Concrete narratives shattered

Became dust

Now we breathe them in

Until we choke

 

Shaken to our very foundations

We stand on our resolve

In an emptier space than we remember

Always wary

Always watched

Something stolen, never to return.

 

 

©2018