Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Disabled

Pour out of me,
like a vase of water
These petals onto the ground.
Filling empty space
Line by line.
Confusion admist beauty–
Chaos amongst order.
How to arrange
These words of emotion
In a manner
of comprehension?
Can you see
The meaning of these petals
As they fall–
As the flutter
Towards the surface?
Or are you the same
And pass them by?
Pass me by–
Misunderstanding.
Blind
And
Deaf.
6-28-11

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