song of a traveler
my poems are solitary as well.
there is a fall in every beginning
each of them doomed to uniqueness
and beauty
i find myself resting on my shoulder
to keep the balance
of my limbs in this world
of dependence.
my days are solitary as well
in my cell
where life is no more but
a slow slide to the next ride.
i wish my embrace could hold the world
still, in one place, for a second
i wish i could breathe them in
just to know.
my words are solitary as well
in my hell.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Sep 28, 2007.
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