Process

by john carlucci   Jul 30, 2006


Drenched in rain
puddles blue pain
and black intent
on the innocent

Fountains blood
red fear
folding time
contained here

questions ripped shreds of answers, slipped,replies

salted rain skins to the wound
here and here denied

open flesh and screaming now
reborn to pale blue sky

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ana

    Wow. That is so deep. 5/5 poem written to perfection.

    I love it.