Thursday, January 20, 2011

S Curve

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several people gathered to watch me die
silently they waited, for my last gasp
saving grief in their eyes
secretly wishing they knew a comforting word
supplying the procession of well-wishers
stepping past the wailing widow
sorrow oozed from the lips of those who wanted to be anywhere else
suddenly the crash of laughter invaded the room
searching for its own victim

something is wrong here-i'm still alive.....or am i

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