Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I’ll ask for stone

I hold grudges
Count them
On nights of boredom
And mazes
Of emotions
I kept them locked
in a boxful of woes
to open every evening
And count them
And add some more
Some words
of yours
I etch in stone
I will take them
to my grave
Masked in grave silences
you simmer
my suffering
I claw my heart away
I’ll ask for stone instead

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