Thursday, January 28, 2010

Withheld

Hearts race
with thoughts that collide;
the pulse of humanity
swelling within hollow veins.
Midnight shines
through transparent skin,
innocence clinging
to phantom memory
as glass eyes shatter.
Forbidden agony emerges,
and teardrops burn,
cascading down flushed cheeks.
Resentment
gently fades to regret,
as faces blur and disappear
into memory.
Ashes
are swept into the wind,
drifting into an endless road.
Set me free.