Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred thirty five

taken out of what made sense,
we are lost in the labyrinth
of our inabilities and excuses,
and argue our way through

and out of a misunderstanding,
thinking that maybe nothing
is as deep as our own
emptiness and dread

here is another call for
you to forgive me i could
not see what you see

or i could not hear what
you mean, here is another call
to start all over again.

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