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Monday, 18 March 2013

Drip........

Drip
drip
drip

echoes round the walls
through the house
every room infected
there is no hiding
no place to find peace

Drip
Drip
drip

it continues
accompanied now
with the constant trickling
of cascading water
down window panes

Drip
Drip
Drip

Louder still
no end in sight
as this infinite loop
of ambience
pollutes my ear

DRIP
DRIP
DRIP

I am drowning
in waves of frequency
my sense diluted
by this steady bombardment
of tiny water bombs

Drip
dRIP
DriP

©spor



Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Not a Metamorphic Miracle .

I am wrapped
surrounded
contained
with in this outer shell.

A protective layer
my bullet proof vest
my force field
my cocoon.

Built by my own hands
erected through my own desire
created for my own needs
designed only for me.

I will not emerge
transformed
to bask in the sun
no metamorphic miracle here.

No butterfly effect
or internal realisations
no rude awakenings
no eureka moments
no epiphanies.

I am wrapped
surrounded
contained
with this outer shell

this is who I am.

©spor

Blind Silence

Deafened by silence
isolation completed
when the world falls dark

©spor

Wednesday, 6 March 2013

No end to winter.

still the frost settles
a shimmering blanket wrap suffocating spring.

©spor

Friday, 1 March 2013

Tired Eyes

tired eyes
begin to burn  
as my blood drained finger slows 
waiting on my brain

to catch up.

sleep will end all pain

©spor