Saturday, May 4, 2013

Nothing To Hold On To

Nothing to Hold On To

I thought I knew some things about myself.
then the quake began.
A faint tremor that rose to
this mind-cracking crescendo
shaking me to the core.
Reality split me down the middle
tearing the facts from my white-knuckled grasp
hurling me into a black abyss of
nothing to hold on to.

Here I crouch in my corner of cold illusion.
Fatigued fingers stirring painful circles
in a sizzling boiling cauldron
of tears.

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