Black Hole of Memory
Tension released
fatigued from breathing
fatigued from living
fatigued from thinking
dog tags donned with blue and purple ribbons in hand
a tiny smile
surrounded by Nirvana
lying upon satin midnight blue
black roses ceiling spectrum
voices below in cold cement
never disappear faint
black hole of memory.
Copyright 2012 Julie Kovacs
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Poem of the Week
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