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. 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.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s