Wednesday, February 3, 2010

shall i burn what i've written

all the minutes spent

cramping hand

furrowed brow

pensive

engulfed in flame

ashes blown

winds of time


why hold on to moments

past

all is passing

us

them

my creations

you

transient


is there worth in words

and even if

would i that you read them

rather release them

from their prison pages

into oblivion

non-existence

of yesterday

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