Thursday, February 2, 2012

Poem - Nocturna #6

at the usual time she'd lie outside,
she remains in doors,
within doors,
not alone, but with another
in an unfamiliar location
she finds discomfort
the guilt, the pain, the thought
its not her fault
her mind,
it rotts
feeling so distant, because there's no other way to feel
in a literal sense
every word, no matter the medium
no matter the mood,
just a shot to the heart.
the fear, the paranoia, the thought
its not her fault it?