Thursday, March 4, 2010

Dusty window

A cloudy window
A dusty thought
A ray of light?

She sits alone at her computer
typing out, stabbing out her pain
as her fingers bleed on the keyboard

A musical note
A sound of need
a call, her name?

What does she hear? What does she see?
All around is pain, and uncertainty
but the future is full of change

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