Crawling Out Of Myself

by Taylor Porton   Jun 27, 2004


Fingers bloody from
clawing rapidly on
the inside panels of
My mind.

I'm sure I've gone crazy
but no one else
bleeds the way that
I do.

My blood contains tears
hopes, dreams and fears
that all leak away through
My fingers.

I bandage the wounds
with my aspirations; and
destinations for
the journey to
My future.

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