Friday, July 29, 2011

340/365 Short Poem

I was laying down a personalized path to the insane asylum down the street
when you called.

You asked me if I were busy....

And I told you,
I was barring the cage to my own isolation chamber 
When you showed up
I was hand-crafting my coffin
When you knocked
I didn't expect you
I resented your presence.

I am so glad 
you are here.

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