Monday, January 7, 2008

the biRTHday giFt


those whispers
of slipping time
the redness of
those swollen eyes

enchanted tickling
of the midnight sky
time for truths now
no time for lies

the hour strikes
older i grow
a wishless smile
for truths i know

that priceless gift
gift of the day
the moment of pain
pain and dismay

incrimating me of
things i never did
accusing me of
thoughts i never hid

phlegmatic soul
i never was
secluded sedated
by and large

end of disgrace
end of belief
a new dawn
a sense of relief

the birthday gift
end of my exile
time to rethink
and wait a while

What's this all about?

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