Thursday, November 19, 2009

withering

and sit
i here
at rivers edge
listlessly staring
barely caring
never
aware of sorrows
glaring
while lifelong
dreams
and joys
rush past
like broken
toys
useless noise
drifting
on currents
unseen
waiting i for
glories untold
and endless
so it seems
till finally
it unfolds
and
i am
old

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