Is Everything

August 2, 2009 in Wickado G | No comments

Misty
Blue pre-dawn light
Garbage truck slams and bangs
Staring up at five wooden blades
Spinning

Her voice
It haunts in dreams
Would rather lie awake
Than be taunted by what is lost
Broken

Red eyes
Scrape through the day
Concentrate on breathing
Trying not to think that life sucks
Be strong

She was
Everything
She was everything
Everything everything
Goodbye

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