Second Anniversary.

Still as blind and still as deaf, as dumb
as cold, as numb inside – a stone instead
of heated flesh – that’s what I’ve become…

No life to thrive in all the words I’ve bled,
just random phrases carved to mimic bone
then strung on threads to rattle as I hum

Some tuneless darkling dirge to pass the time
alone between the unknown and the known.
One life behind, another still ahead…

The dark and light will kiss me as they pass.
The wind will whisper every word I’ve said.
The rain will patter down like perfect rhyme…

Unmoved, enduring all as if I could…
Forgiving what will pass as if I should.

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