Poised at the edge. Close to the point of breaking.
Grasping at shining moments -
A rare positive statement or a joke shared.
But these remain few and far between.
They are the only sustenance for my starving psyche.
I die slowly - the bones of my unmet aspirations showing through my skin.
Friday, April 17, 2009
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