By Marshall Hann
Submitted by blessed23
Date: 2007 Sep 18
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Regurgitating Memories

I think in pieces
I drift aimlessly
in this sea of reason
and I am surrounded
in silence
ravaged with worry
by the lack of movement
(Is there nothing but ghosts
that share this world with me)

I stride through the fiercest wind
bleeding snapshots of the past
from this wound:
Finally I bow
in slow motion
(forgiveness is frozen solid
as the month comes to an end)

Warm skin
touches mine
and hope gasps
[I am Here
(Here I am)]