the remains of a darkened day

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, July 15, 2009 0 comments

beckoning for me are
the remains of a darkened day--
shards of a mirror hieing
to remind me

i look down to them and find
my distorted gaze..
my eyes sicking with a soul
simply yearning to be

the feeling,
oh, the feeling that emits
from all my wonderment and my pain

should i turn my head away and claim
i now know bliss,
and deny the inner chaos
which consistently remains?

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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