naked shadows to the rythm of the moon
whispering phantoms telling tales of deprivation
and sometimes it makes me think

why should there be scars?
to wound ,weep,and Mar
to ooze out chokes of rugged memories
bleed fragile mind a thousand round
why should healing seem miles away?
why should the Calvary ground
still habour fears yet unfound?

here I lie
lips quivering
lungs trembling, nerves unnerving,
even wishes soliloquizing,
here I lie,
lie to die,
and to those peering,
and peeping eyes,
i say....hi
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