Talk Poem by dymon sidebottom

Talk



Something is talking.
Telling me to go further.
Just a little harder.
Then it all goes black.
I wake up to the blood on my arm.
It wasn't enough to end this.
I guess I'll suffer abd feel sorrow for another tomorrow.
This was fun.
But I am so done.

7/4/09

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