Thursday, November 1, 2012

The Night Prior

The ticking clock (the silence)
An anxious heart
Where are you?
Are you ready?

He is ready
and I, writing
Writing to finish
Writing to be free

I have found a friend
Who's everything to me
Is often a lie
As the flesh can attest

Sometimes I simply want to create
To write sounds that will transform
That will cause a seed to break
Through the hardest of rock, or soil, of hardness

I am my worst enemy
The battle rages within
And often I tell the flesh

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