Thursday, January 7, 2010

repetition

it always returns.
no matter the preperation.
it destroys this house.
last time was worse,
just the same.
i mend the windows
that sparkle when clean.
i seal the doors from destruction.
there's no stopping the winds
and the rains are painful.
the darkness blackens any
light
i've
let
in.
the sun again will shine,
but for now,
the storm invades my mind.

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