Empty eyes are forever watching
wilting leaves on the trees of truth.
Where promises are keys to locks
that never should be opened.
I forge myself.
Weighing down the sands of time under my heal,
cutting.
The glass of truth shatters underfoot.
Clipping wings from all the angels clouding my playground.
I peer through. Shard after shard in search of her.
Squinting in failure.
The heat from my fire sleeps.
The heart in my chest weeps.
And a memory is all my head keeps.
Winds carry the dust of words in every direction but mine.
*May 2010
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