Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Poem - Nocturna #5

"why" she thought
and the asphyxiation begins
as her usual ways to survive her days,
tonight, is a miss
needles of grass, shades of grey
they carress her face
she rolls over, nearly blinded, but not;
possibly by what little is left of God's grace
"are you there?" she thought
and the answer was distant
unwilling to believe, but possibly
n  o  n  e  x  i  s  t  e  n  t
she arises with eyes set deep
towards trees
sheets of clouds, shades of blue
they follow through
they let her go