A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

I Had a Bad Sleep

It was like resting on a sheet of glass,
that shattered when I awoke,
and in the numbness of waking, I felt nothing
of the piercing dust that took flight,
and I was left with an empty feeling of want
as if I needed to sense that which hurt me.

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