Sunday, January 4, 2009


The sun still climbs.
The day still starts.
The sky still runs through shades of blue.
The waves still break.
The tides still part.
The sands still take a vacant hue.

The rain still falls
from clouds of grey.
The water still is icy cold.
The birds still call.
Of times they say.
The world still seems to grow old.

The cuts still bleed.
The blood's still red.
The life still slowly drains away.
The pain's still fresh
from broken words
of a greater good, a better day.

Yes, she still smiles
the way she did.
Yes, she still gently braids her hair.
The world still feels
the same but I,
Its just that I no longer care..

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