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isolation

You prowl the wake of another war-zone
dream, grim with repetition

fist fight
“i’m right i’m right i’m right”

walls – grim reminders of the lost.
Bruises leak, slip from your holding cell

disperse
“i’m right – dead . right”

2 thoughts on “isolation”

  1. Wine and Words's avatar Wine and Words says:
    August 20, 2011 at 5:46 pm

    I love this photo…love the ending. Sometimes I wonder if our blog posts are such hatch marks. We are scratching out days and making sure they remain somewhere, assuming our thoughts and ideas are dead on.

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