there’s a place, a tired and weary place
a place where distractions become
solutions
forcing impetus into a fetal position
while accomplishments get swept underfoot
frustration builds.
…
Wednesday, April 21st, 2010 at 10:12 pm
untitled poem
Sunday, May 10th, 2009 at 6:41 pm
fractured rhythm like a broken heartbeat
throbs
out of time
diversions corrupt, capture, empty
leave sorrow and
throb
held back
by waiting
the tears are hollow and lonely
throb
it’s broken
trying to
stay
throb
on
throb
track
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©2009 jeremiah savage
