Dawn

Morning breaks

Tentatively

light footed

heavy hearted

into the musing bush of down

glided and golden caged

light spills on the floor

climbs the ceiling

dances in the confinement

Perhaps

Somewhere

In the whistling gaps of words

in the unvisited places of my mind

in the bitter splinters of fragile trust

in the restless passages of time

sometimes

in star marooned in the contouerless sky

in the curling smoke of your dreams

in the gaping hollow between the lines

in my muted screams

somehow

You have lost ME.

Holiday

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Tomorrow i think

I'll put my life on hold.

Let a few hours slip by my life.

Tomorrow i'll feel

like i am not there

Like i have slowly dropped into nowhere

Tomorrow I'll take

a rest from feelings.

i won't even feel empty

Tomorrow i won't

have to be myself

won't have to be at all.

Tomorrow i'll be

like the wind in black space

utterly nothing

Tomorrow i think

i'll take a brake from living.