the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Wearing Out My Sleeve

I still didn't know any better
After months of retracing ghost lines,
Black wires that went through blacked out towns
To deliver a blacked out tone pressed against my ear,
The same that hadn't changed in at least a year;
It hung from my heavy shoulder,
Keeping me warm every day I grew bolder.
Now I write this letter with poster markers
In hopes that your light is getting brighter,
Because my hopes are getting darker.

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