the sieve and the sand

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pathetic

another day, another poem, another rain drop in the ocean

poetry

i wake every morning
with an itch
i am too insecure
to scratch
every day the sunlight
makes my muscles
twinge
’till i break in half
every night i lie
awake in a
firey pit of
obsession

this is the life
oh, this is the life
the life hiding
from the open road

December 5, 2008 David X. Hugo Tagged am, i, pathetic Leave a comment
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