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Thursday, March 24, 2011

tuesday morning

Moments of restlessness and hopelessness
Stewing a poisonous brew for my heart.
What can we really do?
Who can I really trust?

The almighty left long ago
The Devil bored, creativity waning.
Functioning misery.

But then sun opens glimmering white,
the children's teeth.
A laugh, a question.
An argument, a touch.

Strength fills my bones
and I leave Delilah amidst the sheets.
It lies in the people
Deep seeded,
almost forgotten

There is a Hope
silently deliberating.
Placing the pieces
waiting for us to pick them up.

Zachary Rodriguez -

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