Wednesday, April 27, 2011

UNTITLED By clare graziano




Spinning through the daze of purple
The haze of anger of anguish and confusion
A color that plagues my hopes with
A feeling of failure

Tears of hurt
Lost in zeros and zzz’s
Knowing the answer is
Refusal

Time for change
But as it continues to rain
I feel the time and place
Stray to permanent pieces of a frame.

Boxing in my moments and my shape
Lost in the words of no’s and can’ts
Rules that have lost their meanings
And purposes that are without

What to do and say when
Big puppy eyes demand answers
And the thoughts of when you could
Seem as old as the man on the corner

Money gone like Mondays
Trust like Tuesday s
But Wednesday never seems to come
Stagnate in the week
In the month in the year.

Its time for change
To cut way the abuse
The angry reality and
The men that defined a period

Saddest at the loneliest moments
Ready for enlightenment
A moment when the clouds open
And the sun shines in reason

When will it come will it be soon
Or like the winter is it here to stay
To remind me of the mistakes I
Have made

Breaths of snow of rain of hail
But the breath of green is the last one
I can take
I will wake
But know that soon I will break


The soul is gone
The heart is cracked
And all that is left are
The books

That holds up the stack of lists
The goals and dreams
The thoughts and ideas
That once made a girl
Just like me feel free.

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