Mourning
So here it is
another second closer
to that horrible moment
that felt like a suffocating face
pressed against smudged glass
like some ceiling
crashing down
in a downward motion
sucking sounds in the ear
watching hollow gasps
heading towards a final rest
and I can't stop this
prayers are not working
offering myself up instead
but God wasn't listening
starting to wonder if He ever did
this fat kid
emotionally starving inside
quivering in disbelief
walking down these empty streets
lost in never ending grief
feel the passage of time
blond strands now streaked with gray
a box of dye can take that away
but you can not take back those hateful words
forcefully expelled like excrement
mathiasthom
written 11/01/09
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