Saturday, June 1, 2013

Note

Broken bracelet
Shattered realities
My letter
Was my peace
Now scattered
Through underground streets
Toronto's subways blessed with a treat
My sense of safe
Forever beneath

He asks how do I feel
I need
Is this rational I wonder
Or is it greed
Part of me destroyed
Or released

I ponder

It is regular to associate hurt with worth
Right, gone
Peace all along
I feel deceased

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