Friday, September 18, 2009

Coming Fourth

time was when time past
and hangovers subsided
leaving no regrets

early on Sunday
the sun shines at a green light
hesitation stops

desperate to lie
finding need replaces want
with tears staining cheeks

adrift in the wind
and relentlessly stumbling
in pursuit of home

knowing perfection
in all it’s imperfection
a broken soul waits

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